Charles Auchester Volume II Part 7
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"Not at all, Mr. Davy," I cried, eager to do the honors of Cecilia. "A great many of them go out to see their friends and have their friends come to see them; but I had no one until now, you see."
"Yes, but, Charles," replied my sister, "we understand that no visitors are permitted entrance the day before a concert, and thought it a wise regulation too. They made an exception in our case because we came so far, and also because we came to take you away."
"Where are we going, then? Going away?"
"Only to the inn, where we have a bed for you engaged, that we may see something of you out of study. You must go with us now, for we have obtained permission."
"Whatever shall I do?"
"What now, Charles?"
"Well, Mr. Davy, you may laugh, but we are to decorate our concert-hall, and they are waiting for me, I daresay. All those flowers, too, that you made me throw down, were for garlands. If I might only go and tell them how it is--"
"See, Charles, there is some one wanting to speak to _you_. I heard a knock."
I turned, and let in Franz. He could not help glancing at the pink lining, while he breathlessly whispered, "Do not mind us. Fraulein Cerinthia is gone to fetch her brother; and while they are at supper, we shall dress the hall under her directions, and she says you are to go with your friends."
"That is my sister, Delemann," said I; and then I introduced them, quite forgetting that Millicent had changed her name, which amused them immensely after Franz was gone, having gathered up my roses and taken them off. Then Davy begged me to come directly, and I hurried to my room and took him with me. How vain I felt to show him my press, my screen, my portmanteau full of books, and my private bed, my violin, asleep in its case; and last, not least, his china cup and saucer, in the little brown box! While I was combing my hair, he stood and watched me with delight in his charming countenance, not a cloud upon it.
"Oh, dear Mr. Davy, how exquisite it is that you should be my brother!
I shall never be able to call you anything but Mr. Davy, though."
"You shall call me whatever you please. I shall always like it."
"And, sir, please to tell me, am I tidy,--fit to walk with a bride and bridegroom?"
"Not half smart enough! Your sister has brought your part of the wedding ceremony in her only box,--and, let me tell you, Charles, you are highly favored; for the muslin dresses and laces will suffer in consequence!"
"I don't believe that, sir," said I, laughing.
"And why not, sir?"
"Because, sir, my sisters would none of them travel about with muslin dresses if they had only one box."
"They would travel about, as Mrs. Davy does, in black silk," answered Davy, pursuing me as I ran; but I escaped him, and rejoined Millicent first, who was waiting for us with all possible patience.
There are a few times of our life--not the glorious eternal days, that stand alone, but, thank G.o.d! many hours which are nothing for us but pure and pa.s.sive enjoyment, in which we exist. How exquisitely happy was I on this evening, for example! The prospect of the morrow so intensely bright, the present of such tender sweetness! How divine is Love in all its modifications! How inseparable is it from repose, from rapture!
As we went along the village and pa.s.sed the shops, in the freshening sunbeams, low-s.h.i.+ning from the bare blue heaven, I fetched a present for my brother and sister in the shape of two concert-tickets, which, contrary to Tedescan custom, were issued for the advantage of any interested strangers. I put them into Millicent's hand, saying, "You know I gave you no wedding-gift."
"Yes, Charles, you gave me this," and she looked up at Davy; "I should never have known him but for you."
"Which means, my love, that I am also to thank Charles for introducing me to you;" and Davy took off his hat with mock reverence.
"Oh! that won't do, Mr. Davy; for you said you had seen a beautiful Jewess at our window before you knew who lived in our house; and of course you would have got in there somehow, at last."
"_Never!_" said Davy, in a manner that convinced me he never would.
"Then I _am_ very glad," said I,--"glad that I ran away one morning.
The Chevalier says that nothing happens accidentally to such as I."
They laughed till they saw how serious I had grown again, and then smiled at each other. Arrived at our inn, we rested. Will it be believed that Davy had brought some of his own tea, besides several other small comforts? This much amused me. After our tea--a real home tea, which quite choked my unaccustomed faculties at first--Davy put his wife on the sofa, and with a bright authority there was no resisting, bade her be still while he fetched my part of the ceremony.
This consisted of half a dozen pairs of beautiful white kid gloves,--treasures these indeed to a fiddler!--a white silk waistcoat, a small case of Spanish chocolate, and a large cake, iced and almonded.
"That was made at home, Charles," said Millicent, "and is exactly like that we sent to our friends."
In those days it was not old fas.h.i.+on, gentle reader, to send out bride-cake to one's friends. I need only mention a white favor or two, and a frosted silver flower, because I reserved the same for Josephine Cerinthia.
CHAPTER IV.
In my box-bed at that flower-baptized inn, I certainly did not sleep so well as in my own nest at school. Here it was in a box, as ever in that country of creation; and in the middle of the night I sat up to wonder whether my sister and new-found brother thought the _locale_ as stifling as I did. I was up before the sun, and dressed together with his arrangement of his beams. We had--in spite of the difficulty to get served in rational fas.h.i.+on--a right merry breakfast, thanks to the company and the tea. I had not tasted such, as it appeared to me, since my infancy.
How Davy did rail against the toilet short-comings,--the meagre, shallow depths of his basin! And he was not happy until I took him to my portion (as we called our sleeping-places at Cecilia), and let him do as he pleased with my own water-magazine. This was an artificial lake of red ware, which was properly a baking-dish, and which I had purchased under that name for my private need. If it had not been for the little river which flowed not half a mile from our school, and which our Cecilians haunted as a bath through summer, I could not answer, in my memory's conscience, for their morality if, as I of course believe, cleanliness be next to G.o.dliness.
After breakfast, and after I had taken Davy back, I returned myself alone to seek Maria and escort her. Davy and Millicent seemed so utterly indisposed to stir out until it was necessary, and so unfit for any society but each other's, that I did not hesitate to abscond.
I left them together,--Davy lazier than I had ever seen him, and _she_ more like brilliant evening than unexcited morning. What am I writing?
Is morning ever unexcited to the enthusiast? I think his only repose is in the magical supervention of the mystery night brings to his heart.
I was sorry to find that neither Maria, Josephine, nor Joseph was at home. The way was clear upstairs, but all the doors were locked, as usual, when they were out; and I went on to Cecilia in a pet. It was nine when I arrived,--quite restored. Our concert was to be at ten.
What different hours are kept in Germany; what different hearts cull the honey of the hours! Our dining-hall was full; there was a great din. Our garden-house was swept and garnished as I remembered it the day I came with one, but not quite so enticing in its provisions,--that is to say, there were no strawberries, which had been so interesting to me on the first occasion. I retreated to the library. No one was there. I might not go among the girls, whose establishment was apart, but I knew I should meet them before we had to take our places; and off I scampered to Franz's observatory. Will it be believed?--he was still at work, those bra.s.s lips embracing his, already dressed, his white gloves lying on his monster's cradle.
"My dear Delemann," I exclaimed, "for pity's sake, put that down now!"
"My dear Carl, how shall I feel when that moment comes?" pointing to the up-beat of bar 109, where he first came in upon the field of the score.
"I don't think you will feel different if you practise half an hour more, any how."
"Yes, I shall; I want rubbing up. Besides, I have been here since six."
"Oh, Delemann, you are a good boy! But I don't feel nervous at all."
"You, Carl! No, I should think not. You will have no more responsibility than the hand of a watch, with that Anastase for the spring,--works, too, that never want winding up, and that were bought ready made by our patroness."
"Dear Franz, do come; I am dying to see the hall."
"I don't think it is done. Fraulein Cerinthia went out to get some white roses for a purpose she held secret. The boughs are all up, though."
"My dear Franz, you are very matter of fact."
"No, I am not, Carl; the tears ran down my face at rehearsal."
"That was because I made a mouth at you, which you wanted to laugh at, and dared not."
"Well," said Franz, mock mournfully, "I can do nothing with you here, so come."
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