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They were first to have gone to Weimar, where Mrs. Otway had spent such a happy year in her girlhood, and then to Munich, to Dresden, to Nuremberg to all those dear old towns with whose names Rose had always been familiar. It seemed such a pity that now they would have to wait till after the war to go to Germany. After the war?
I lov'd her from my boyhood she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart, Rising like water-columns from the sea, Of joy the sojourn, and of wealth the mart; And Otway, Radcliffe, Schiller, Shakspeare's art Had stamp'd her image in me, and ever so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Miss Derwent, whose animation more than made up for this muteness in one of the company, glanced occasionally at Otway, but did not address him. As his habit was, he went out for an afternoon walk, and returned with no brighter countenance. On the first landing of the staircase, as he stole softly to his room, he came face to face with Miss Derwent, descending.
At this hour of the morning not many passers had leisure to stand and gaze; one, however, came to a pause beside Piers Otway, and viewed the engravings.
"There is a song of Musset's you know it, perhaps beginning 'Quand on perd, par triste occurrence' which he has set, to my mind, perfectly. I want him to publish it. If he does I must let you see it." Irene did not know the verses and made no remark. "There are English men of business," pursued Otway, "who would smile with pity at Moncharmont. He is by no means their conception of the merchant.
How tiresome, how foolish of England to have mixed up with a quarrel which did not concern her! How strange that she, Anna Bauer, in spite of that word of warning from Berlin, had suspected nothing! As a matter of fact Mrs. Otway had said something to her about Servia and Austria something, too, more in sorrow than in anger, of Germany "rattling her sword."
Carlyle escorted her across the hall, and then strolled down the park by her side, deep in the subject, and quite unconscious that Lady Isabel's jealous eyes were watching them from her dressing-room window. "You say he seemed intimate with Otway Bethel?" "As to being intimate, I cannot say. Otway Bethel spoke as though he knew him." "This must have caused excitement to Mrs. Hare."
Otway!" she exclaimed, turning her head to see who entered in reply to her cry of "Don't be afraid!" Without rising, she held a hand to him. "I didn't think I should ever see you here again. How are you getting on? Beastly afternoon come and warm your toes." The walls were hung with clever brutalities of the usual kind. Piers glanced from them to Miss Bonnicastle, speculating curiously about her.
'I desire to share the same lot and fortune as has befallen my companions-in-arms, I answered. 'Nay, that is but a sullen way to take your deliverance, cried the smaller officer. 'The situation is as flat as sutler's beer. Otway would have made a bettor thing of it. Can you not rise to the occasion? Where is she? 'She! Who? I asked. 'She. The she. The woman.
Alive as I was to a sense of injustice, I recollected that, even if my powers were equal to all that I myself had fondly hoped from them, there were examples of men with at least equal powers, who had been equally ill treated. Equally did I say? Oh Otway! Oh Chatterton! It was needless to repine! I consoled and reconciled myself to my fate as well as I was able.
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