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He wishes us to be happy, Nelchen; and so He has given us the big, fruitful, sweet-smelling world to live in, and our astonishing human bodies to live in, with contented hearts, and with no more vain desires, no loneliness Why, in a word, He has given us each other. Oh, beyond doubt, He loves us, my Nelchen!" For a long while the girl was silent.
Nay, I protest to you, this is an excellent world, my Nelchen! and likewise I protest to you that in its history there was never a luckier nor a happier man than I." Nelchen considered. "Well," she generously conceded; "perhaps, after all, the stars are more like diamonds." Louis Quillan chuckled. "And since when were you a connoisseur of diamonds, my dear?"
The little man had risen to his feet. "Nelchen !" "Hush!" said Nelchen Thorn; "Monseigneur is coming down to his supper." It was a person of conspicuous appearance, both by reason of his great height and leanness as well as his extreme age, who now descended the straight stairway leading from the corridor above.
And Nelchen means as much to me as once my mother meant to you, remember She means youth, and happiness, and a tiny space of laughter before I, too, am worm's-meat, and means a proper appreciation of God's love for us all, and means everything a man's mind clutches at when he wakens from some forgotten dream that leaves him weeping with sheer adoration of its beauty.
"Teach me how to live, my father," said Louis de Soyecourt, "for I begin to comprehend in part I comprehend." Throughout the moment Nelchen Thorn was forgotten: and to himself he too seemed to be fashioned of heroic stuff. As Played at Breschau, May 3, 1755 "Venez, belle, venez, Qu'on ne scauroit tenir, et qui vous mutinez.
So he leaned back from her a little, laughing gently, and marked what a quaint and eager child it was. He rejoiced that she was beautiful, and triumphed still more to know that even if she had not been beautiful it would have made slight difference to him. The soul of Nelchen was enough.
But love was a cruel and unreasonable lord.... There was Nelchen Thorn, for instance.... He wondered would he have been happy with Nelchen? her hands were rather coarse about the finger-tips, as he remembered them.... The hands of Amalia, though, were perfection.... Then at last the body that had been Louis Quillan's fell asleep.
NELCHEN THORN, daughter to Hans Thorn, landlord of the Golden Pomegranate, and loves Louis Quillan. And In the Proem, DUKE OF OSMSKIRK. The Dolphin Room of the Golden Pomegranate, an inn at Manneville-en-Poictesme. PROEM:-To Present Mr. Vanringham as Nuntius
From the corridor above descended a tall red-headed fellow in black. "Monseigneur ?" "Go!" quickly said Louis de Soyecourt, while the Prince spoke with his valet, "go, Nelchen, and make yourself even more beautiful if such a thing be possible. He will never resist you, my dear ah, no, that is out of nature."
"I was always a glutton," he said, hoarsely. "I should have been more moderate I am faint " "Salts are the best thing in the world," said Nelchen, with fine readiness. She was half-way up the stairs. "A moment, monseigneur, a moment, and I fetch salts." Nelchen Thorn had disappeared into her room. The Prince sat drumming upon the table with his long white fingers.
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