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Updated: May 19, 2025
For Desiree persisted in her optimistic view of these proceedings, though her husband scarcely helped her now at all, and seemed a different man since the passage through the Pfaffengasse of that dusty travelling carriage which had played the part of the stormy petrel from end to end of Europe. Not what I am, but what I Do, is my Kingdom. Desiree had made all her own wedding-clothes.
"I must try the other one," he said to himself as he turned down the Pfaffengasse. He continued his way at a leisurely pace. At the corner of the Frauengasse he lingered in the shadow of the linden trees, and while so doing saw Antoine Sebastian quit the door of No. 36, going in the opposite direction towards the river, and pass out through the Frauenthor on to the quay.
He thrust a letter into his pocket as she approached him, and turned towards her the face that she had seen for a moment when he drew her back at the corner of the Pfaffengasse to allow the Emperor's carriage to pass on its way. It was the white, half-stupefied face of one who has for an instant seen a vision of things not earthly.
"What could he hope to gain by doing it?" he had inquired as he walked by Mathilde's side, along the Pfaffengasse. And he made other interrogations respecting D'Arragon which Mathilde was no more able to satisfy, as he accompanied her to the Frauengasse.
She did not seem to see Barlasch, and omitted to thank him for carrying her travelling-trunk to the carriage. He stood on the terrace beside Desiree until the carriage had turned the corner into the Pfaffengasse. "Bah!" he said, "let her go. There is no stopping them, when they are like that. It is the curse of the Garden of Eden."
Desiree turned to those behind her. "It is the Emperor," she said, with an odd ring in her voice which none had ever heard before. Then she stood looking after the carriage. Her father, who was at her elbow tall, white-haired, with an aquiline, inscrutable face stood in a like attitude, looking down the Pfaffengasse.
"Cavalry of the Old Guard," replied her husband, and as he spoke he caught his breath. The horsemen vanished into the continuation of the Pfaffengasse, and immediately behind them came a travelling carriage, swung on high wheels, three times the size of a Dantzig drosky, white with dust. It had small square windows.
Throughout the night the sound of sleigh-bells could be faintly heard through the double windows, though no sleigh passed through the Frauengasse. A hundred times the bells seemed to come closer, and always Desiree was ready behind the curtains to see the light flash past into the Pfaffengasse. With a shiver of suspense she crept back to bed to await the next alarm.
The Frauengasse is intersected by the Pfaffengasse at right angles, through which narrow and straight street passes much of the traffic towards the Langenmarkt, the centre of the town. As the little bridal procession reached the corner of this street, it halted at the approach of some mounted troops.
All had gone well and merrily up to a certain point at the corner of the Pfaffengasse, when the dusty travelling carriage passed across their path. From that moment there had been a change.
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