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His wife, Walburg de Marnix, was daughter to one of the noblest characters in the history of the Netherlands, or of any history, the illustrious Sainte-Aldegonde. Two thousand florins a year from his father's estate had been settled on him at his marriage, which, in addition to his official and military income, placed him in a position of affluence.
This morning her sisters came to her room imploring her to yield: if she married Alvan, what could be their prospects as the sisters-in law of such a man? her betrothed sister Lotte could not hope to espouse Count Walburg: Alvan's name was infamous in society; their house would be a lazar-house, they would be condemned to seclusion.
He gathered and drilled a legion of spies, and showered his gold in bribes and plots to get the letter to her, to get an interview one human word between them. His friend Colonel von Tresten was beside him when he received the enemy's counter-stroke. Count Walburg and his companion brought a letter from Clotilde no reply; a letter renouncing him.
'You have done your commission, the colonel said to Count Walburg, whose companion was not disposed to go without obtaining satisfactory assurances, and pressed for them. Alvan fastened on him. 'You adopt the responsibility of this? He displayed the letter. 'I do. 'It lies. Tresten remarked to Count Walburg: 'These visits are provocations.
Take me take me away! 'Run? facing the enemy? His countenance was the fiery laugh of a thirster for strife. 'They have to be taught the stuff Alvan is made of! Clotilde moaned to signify she was sure he nursed an illusion. 'I found them celebrating the betrothal of my sister Lotte with the Austrian Count Walburg; I thought it favourable for us. I spoke of you to my mother. Oh, that scene!
When the Seigneur de Groeneveld learned from his younger brother, on the eventful 6th of February, that the plot had been discovered, he gave himself up for lost. Remorse and despair, fastening upon his naturally feeble character, seemed to render him powerless. His wife, of more hopeful disposition than himself and of less heroic mould than Walburg de Marnix, encouraged him to fly.
'A flower from thy garden, friend, and my wearing it shall in good time be cause for some parental gratification. The letter despatched, Alvan paced his chamber with the ghost of Clotilde. He was presently summoned to meet Count Walburg and another intimate of the family, in the hotel downstairs.
He gathered and drilled a legion of spies, and showered his gold in bribes and plots to get the letter to her, to get an interview one human word between them. His friend Colonel von Tresten was beside him when he received the enemy's counter-stroke. Count Walburg and his companion brought a letter from Clotilde no reply; a letter renouncing him.
His wife, Walburg de Marnix, was daughter to one of the noblest characters in the history of the Netherlands, or of any history, the illustrious Sainte-Aldegonde. Two thousand florins a year from his father's estate had been settled on him at his marriage, which, in addition to his official and military income, placed him in a position of affluence.
This morning her sisters came to her room imploring her to yield: if she married Alvan, what could be their prospects as the sisters-in law of such a man? her betrothed sister Lotte could not hope to espouse Count Walburg: Alvan's name was infamous in society; their house would be a lazar-house, they would be condemned to seclusion.
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