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Updated: June 6, 2025
I leave all that to your discretion; I have unbounded faith in your tact." This sounded very reasonable, very temperate, and above all, very indifferent. No one could accuse Herr von Wallmoden of jealousy towards the young prince, whose undisguised admiration caused him no second thought; and, as he had just said, he had unbounded faith in his wife's tact.
"I am one of those human beings who can give or receive nothing more in this world; life was over for me long ago. But you are right, it is better for me not to discuss this matter with Wallmoden, for if I gave him my opinion but he is and ever will be a diplomat." The conversation was over and Adelheid rose and said in her usual quiet tone: "And now shall I show you to your room?
Wallmoden was still in Berlin, though over two weeks had elapsed since he left the castle, and he had not yet been able to write definitely as to the date of his return. One of the most frequent guests at Fürstenstein was Prince Egon Adelsberg, who was an acknowledged favorite among his princely kinsfolk, and his friend Rojanow was always included in the invitations sent to Rodeck.
"O, you need not doubt that the duke and duchess are quite of my opinion. Frau von Wallmoden is really a beauty Prince Adelsberg seems to think so also. Perhaps you have not noticed how greatly he admires her?" "Yes, your highness, I have noticed it." "Really? And what do you say to it?" "I?" asked Wallmoden, composedly.
Herr von Wallmoden did not escape this fate; he was received most graciously and congratulated at once upon the great beauty of his wife, about which there could be no dispute. "Your excellency has indeed my warmest congratulations. I was quite surprised when your young wife was presented to me. I had, as a matter of course, expected to meet a much older woman."
Hartmut let the paper drop from his hands; his whole body seemed to turn to ice. His father to be here in a day or two! Herr von Wallmoden would of course tell him all. The possibility of meeting him now seemed to resolve itself into a certainty.
The young wife by his side was always taken by strangers to be his daughter. Unquestionably the ambassador's choice had proved his good taste. Adelheid von Wallmoden was indeed lovely, but her beauty was of that chill, statuesque type which awakens only cold admiration, and she seemed to have been born to occupy the position in the world to which her marriage had raised her.
Here stood a Prussian army under Blucher, and an Anglo-German one under Wellington, comprehending the Dutch under the Prince of Orange, the Brunswickers under their duke, the recruited Hanoverian Legion under Wallmoden. These corps d'armee most imminently threatened Paris. The main body of the allied army, under Schwarzenberg, then advancing from the south, was still distant.
There were frequent arrivals and various excursions, both by horse and on foot, through the mountain forest, and a goodly number always met around the princely board at night to discuss the pleasures and excitements of the day. Adelheid von Wallmoden belonged, naturally, to this exclusive circle.
"Herr von Wallmoden!" "Pardon me, but not so loud," interrupted the ambassador. "We can be heard here easily, and you would certainly not like strange ears to hear the name which I have just spoken." "I am bearing my mother's name at present, to which I have certainly a right. When I laid aside the other, it was out of respect " "To your father," interrupted Wallmoden, impressively.
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