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She drew down the rosette a second time, and then stepped back. The whirr was heard again, the picture began to move, and behind it appeared a secret door. Margaret opened it, and, as she did so, her whole frame shook as if with a deadly repugnance to that which was within. "I am here, Count Schulenberg," said she, coldly. The figure of a young man appeared at the doorway.
The forenoon Phillida gave to domestic industry of one sort and another, but in the afternoon she put on her overshoes against icy pavements, and set out for a visit to Wilhelmina Schulenberg, remembering how lonesome the invalid must be in wintry weather.
"Give me the countess's album!" said the emperor sternly. Count Schulenberg drew it mechanically forth, and, with tottering steps advanced and fell at the emperor's feet. Joseph tore the book from his hands, and laid it on the sofa by the countess. Then returning, he cried out in a tone of indignation, "Rise!
In return for this Schulenberg was to send three meals per diem to Sarah's hall room by a waiter an obsequious one if possible and furnish her each afternoon with a pencil draft of what Fate had in store for Schulenberg's customers on the morrow. Mutual satisfaction resulted from the agreement.
Had he not been liberal to the Mission and generous to Mina Schulenberg? Then she planned again the work they would be able to accomplish together, she diligent, and he liberal, until thoughts of this sort mingled with her dreams. She went to see Irving's Shylock.
You shall consider me as a sister, and allow me the privilege of travelling in the carriage with my maid she and I on one seat, you opposite." "Margaret, that is abominable tyranny. You expect me to be near you, and not to speak of love! I must be watched by your maid, and sit opposite to you! You surely cannot mean what you say." "I do, indeed, Count Schulenberg."
"Yes, we are alone," repeated the lady, and, throwing off her wrappings, the tall and elegant form of the Countess Esterhazy was disclosed to view. For a moment they confronted each other; then Count Schulenberg, with open arms, advanced toward the countess. "Now, Margaret," cried he, "you are mine. I have earned this victory by my superhuman patience.
My mother is too magnanimous to refuse reparation where she has erred." "Sire," whispered the countess, while a deep blush overspread her face, "do you mean to confide all all to the empress?" "All that concerns your relations with your husband and with Count Schulenberg. Pardon me that I overheard the sweet confession which was wrung from you by despair!
"I saw Wilhelmina Schulenberg in Tompkins Square to-day," he said, still approaching the inevitable, sidewise. "Did you?" she asked almost in a whisper. "Was she walking?" "Yes. Why did you not tell me she was better?" Phillida looked down. At this moment her reserve with her lover in a matter so personal to herself seemed to her extremely reprehensible.
He does not return my love nor do I need that return to make me cherish and foster my passion for him. No scorn of the world can lessen it, for it is my pride, my religion, my life! And now go and repeat my words; but beware of me, Count Schulenberg, for I will have revenge!"
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