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in　them　that　he　had　never　seen　in　any　others。　　〃It　was　a　jumble　of

crudities　and　inanities；〃　he　went　on；　〃they　must　have　seemed　to　her

great　rubbish；　but　I　felt　the　wiser　and　the　stronger；　somehow；　for

having　fired　off　all　my　gunsthey　could　hurt　nobody　now　if　they　hit…

…and　I　imagine　I　might　have　gone　far　without　finding　another　woman　in

whom　such　an　exhibition　would　have　provoked　so　little　of　mere　cold

amusement。〃



〃Madame　Blumenthal；　on　the　contrary；〃　I　surmised；　〃entered　into　your

situation　with　warmth。〃



〃Exactly　sothe　greatest！　　She　has　felt　and　suffered；　and　now　she

understands！〃



〃She　told　you；　I　imagine；　that　she　understood　you　as　if　she　had　made

you；　and　she　offered　to　be　your　guide；　philosopher；　and　friend。〃



〃She　spoke　to　me；〃　Pickering　answered；　after　a　pause；　〃as　I　had　never

been　spoken　to　before；　and　she　offered　me；　formally；　all　the　offices

of　a　woman's　friendship。〃



〃Which　you　as　formally　accepted？〃



〃To　you　the　scene　sounds　absurd；　I　suppose；　but　allow　me　to　say　I

don't　care！〃　　Pickering　spoke　with　an　air　of　genial　defiance　which

was　the　most　inoffensive　thing　in　the　world。　　〃I　was　very　much　moved；

I　was；　in　fact；　very　much　excited。　　I　tried　to　say　something；　but　I

couldn't；　I　had　had　plenty　to　say　before；　but　now　I　stammered　and

bungled；　and　at　last　I　bolted　out　of　the　room。〃



〃Meanwhile　she　had　dropped　her　tragedy　into　your　pocket！〃



〃Not　at　all。　　I　had　seen　it　on　the　table　before　she　came　in。

Afterwards　she　kindly　offered　to　read　German　aloud　with　me；　for　the

accent；　two　or　three　times　a　week。　　'What　shall　we　begin　with？'　she

asked。　　'With　this！'　I　said；　and　held　up　the　book。　　And　she　let　me

take　it　to　look　it　over。〃



I　was　neither　a　cynic　nor　a　satirist；　but　even　if　I　had　been；　I　might

have　been　disarmed　by　Pickering's　assurance；　before　we　parted；　that

Madame　Blumenthal　wished　to　know　me　and　expected　him　to　introduce　me。

Among　the　foolish　things　which；　according　to　his　own　account；　he　had

uttered；　were　some　generous　words　in　my　praise；　to　which　she　had

civilly　replied。　　I　confess　I　was　curious　to　see　her；　but　I　begged

that　the　introduction　should　not　be　immediate；　for　I　wished　to　let

Pickering　work　out　his　destiny　alone。　　For　some　days　I　saw　little　of

him；　though　we　met　at　the　Kursaal　and　strolled　occasionally　in　the

park。　　I　watched；　in　spite　of　my　desire　to　let　him　alone；　for　the

signs　and　portents　of　the　world's　action　upon　himof　that　portion　of

the　world；　in　especial；　of　which　Madame　Blumenthal　had　constituted

herself　the　agent。　　He　seemed　very　happy；　and　gave　me　in　a　dozen　ways

an　impression　of　increased　self…confidence　and　maturity。　　His　mind

was　admirably　active；　and　always；　after　a　quarter　of　an　hour's　talk

with　him；　I　asked　myself　what　experience　could　really　do；　that

innocence　had　not　done；　to　make　it　bright　and　fine。　　I　was　struck

with　his　deep　enjoyment　of　the　whole　spectacle　of　foreign　lifeits

novelty；　its　picturesqueness；　its　light　and　shadeand　with　the

infinite　freedom　with　which　he　felt　he　could　go　and　come　and　rove　and

linger　and　observe　it　all。　　It　was　an　expansion；　an　awakening；　a

coming　to　moral　manhood。　　Each　time　I　met　him　he　spoke　a　little　less

of　Madame　Blumenthal；　but　he　let　me　know　generally　that　he　saw　her

often；　and　continued　to　admire　her。　　I　was　forced　to　admit　to　myself；

in　spite　of　preconceptions；　that　if　she　were　really　the　ruling　star

of　this　happy　season；　she　must　be　a　very　superior　woman。　　Pickering

had　the　air　of　an　ingenuous　young　philosopher　sitting　at　the　feet　of

an　austere　muse；　and　not　of　a　sentimental　spendthrift　dangling　about

some　supreme　incarnation　of　levity。







CHAPTER　II。







Madame　Blumenthal　seemed；　for　the　time；　to　have　abjured　the　Kursaal；

and　I　never　caught　a　glimpse　of　her。　　Her　young　friend；　apparently；

was　an　interesting　study；　and　the　studious　mind　prefers　seclusion。



She　reappeared；　however；　at　last；　one　evening　at　the　opera；　where

from　my　chair　I　perceived　her　in　a　box；　looking　extremely　pretty。

Adelina　Patti　was　singing；　and　after　the　rising　of　the　curtain　I　was

occupied　with　the　stage；　but　on　looking　round　when　it　fell　for　the

entr'acte；　I　saw　that　the　authoress　of　〃Cleopatra〃　had　been　joined　by

her　young　admirer。　　He　was　sitting　a　little　behind　her；　leaning

forward；　looking　over　her　shoulder　and　listening；　while　she；　slowly

moving　her　fan　to　and　fro　and　letting　her　eye　wander　over　the　house；

was　apparently　talking　of　this　person　and　that。　　No　doubt　she　was

saying　sharp　things；　but　Pickering　was　not　laughing；　his　eyes　were

following　her　covert　indications；　his　mouth　was　half　open；　as　it

always　was　when　he　was　interested；　he　looked　intensely　serious。　　I

was　glad　that；　having　her　back　to　him；　she　was　unable　to　see　how　he

looked。　　It　seemed　the　proper　moment　to　present　myself　and　make　her

my　bow；　but　just　as　I　was　about　to　leave　my　place　a　gentleman；　whom

in　a　moment　I　perceived　to　be　an　old　acquaintance；　came　to　occupy　the

next　chair。　　Recognition　and　mutual　greetings　followed；　and　I　was

forced　to　postpone　my　visit　to　Madame　Blumenthal。　　I　was　not　sorry；

for　it　very　soon　occurred　to　me　that　Niedermeyer　would　be　just　the

man　to　give　me　a　fair　prose　version　of　Pickering's　lyric　tributes　to

his　friend。　　He　was　an　Austrian　by　birth；　and　had　formerly　lived

about　Europe　a　great　deal　in　a　series　of　small　diplomatic　posts。

England　especially　he　had　often　visited；　and　he　spoke　the　language

almost　without　accent。　　I　had　once　spent　three　rainy　days　with　him　in

the　house　of　an　English　friend　in　the　country。　　He　was　a　sharp

observer；　and　a　good　deal　of　a　gossip；　he　knew　a　little　something

about　every　one；　and　about　some　people　everything。　　His　knowledge　on

social　matters　generally　had　the　quality　of　all　German　science；　it

was　copious；　minute；　exhaustive。



〃Do　tell　me；〃　I　said；　as　we　stood　looking　round　the　house；　〃who　and

what　is　the　lady　in　white；　with　the　young　man　sitting　behind　her。〃



〃Who？〃　he　answered；　dropping　his　glass。　　〃Madame　Blumenthal！　　What！

It　would　take　long　to　say。　　Be　introduced；　it's　easily　done；　you　will

find　her　charming。　　Then；　after　a　week；　you　will　tell　me　what　she

is。〃



〃Perhaps　I　should　not。　　My　friend　there　has　known　her　a　week；　and　I

don't　think　he　is　yet　able　to　give　a　coherent　account　of　her。〃



He　raised　his　glass　again；　and　after　looking　a　while；　〃I　am　afraid

your　friend　is　a　littlewhat　do　you　call　it？a　little　'soft。'　　Poor

fellow！　he's　not　the　first。　　I　have　never　known　this　lady　that　she

has　not　had　some　eligible　youth　hovering　about　in　some　such　attitude

as　that；　undergoing　the　softening　process。　　She　looks　wonderfully

well；　from　here。　　It's　extraordinary　how　those　women　last！〃



〃You　don't　mean；　I　take　it；　when　you　talk　about　'those　women；'　that

Madame　Blumenthal　is　not　embalmed；　for　duration；　in　a　certain

infusion　of　respectability？〃



〃Yes　and　no。　　The　atmosphere　that　surrounds　her　is　entirely　of　her

own　making。　　There　is　no　reason　in　her　antecedents　that　people　should

drop　their　voice　when　they　speak　of　her。　　But　some　women　are　never　at

their　ease　till　they　have　given　some　damnable　twist　or　other　to　their

position　before　the　world。　　The　attitude　of　upright　virtue　is

unbecoming；　like　sitting　too　straight　in　a　fauteuil。　　Don't　ask　me

for　opinions；　however；　content　yourself　with　a　few　facts　and　with　an

anecdote。　　Madame　Blumenthal　is　Prussian；　and　very　well　born。　　I

remember　her　mother；　an　old　Westphalian　Grafin；　with　principles

marshalled　out　like　Frederick　the　Great's　grenadiers。　　She　was　poor；

however；　and　her　principles　were　an　insufficient　dowry　for　Anastasia；

who　was　married　very　young　to　a　vicious　Jew；　twice　her　own　age。　　He

was　supposed　to　have　money；　but　I　am　afraid　he　had　less　than　was

nominated　in　the　bond；　or　else　that　his　pretty　young　wife　spent　it

very　fast。　　She　has　been　a　widow　these　six　or　eight　years；　and　has

lived；　I　imagine；　in　rather　a　hand…to…mouth　fashion。　　I　suppose　she

is　some　six　or　eight　and　thirty　years　of　age。　　In　winter　one　hears　of

her　in　Berlin；　giving　little　suppers　to　the　artistic　rabble　there；　in

summer　one　often　sees　her　across　the　green　table　at　Ems　and

Wiesbaden。　　She's　very　clever；　and　her　cleverness　has　spoiled　her。　　A

year　after　her　marriage　she　published　a　novel；　with　her　views　on

matrimony；　in　the　George　Sand　mannerbeating　the　drum　to　Madame

Sand's　trumpet。　　No　doubt　she　was　very　unhappy；　Blumenthal　was　an　old

beast。　　Since　then　she　has　published　a　lot　of　literaturenovels　and

poems　and　pamphlets　on　every　conceivable　theme；　from　the　conversion

of　Lola　Montez　to　the　Hegelian　philosophy。　　Her　talk　is　much　better

than　her　writing。　　Her　conjugophobiaI　can't　call　it　by　any　other

namemade　people　think　lightly　of　her　at　a　time　when　her　rebellion

against　marriage　was　probably　only　theoretic。　　She　had　a　taste　for

spinning　fine　phrases；　she　drove　her　shuttle；　and　when　she　came　to

the　end　of　her　yarn　she　found　that　society　had　turned　its　back。　　She

tossed　her　head；　declared　that　at　last　she　could　breathe　the　sacred

air　of　freedom；　and　formally　announced　that　she　had　embraced　an

'intellectual'　life。　　This　meant　unlimited　camaraderie　with

scribblers　and　daubers；　Hegelian　philosophers　and　Hungarian　pianists。

But　she　has　been　admired　also　by　a　great　many　really　clever　men；

there　was　a　time；　in　fact；　when　she　turned　a　head　as　well　set　on　its

shoulders　as　this　one！〃　　And　Niedermeyer　tapped　his　forehead。　　〃She

has　a　great　charm；　and；　literally；　I　know　no　harm　of　her。　　Yet　for

all　that；　I　am　not　going　to　speak　to　her；　I　am　not　going　near　her

box。　　I　am　going　to　leave　her　to　say；　if　she　does　me　the　honour　to

observe　the　omission；　that　I　too　have　gone　over　to　the　Philistines。

It's　not　that；　it　is　that　there　is　something　sinister　about　the

woman。　　I　am　too　old　for　it　to　frighten　me；　but　I　am　good…natured

enough　for　it　to　pain　me。　　Her　quarrel　with　society　has　brought　her

no　happiness；　and　her　outward　charm　i