Charles Auchester Volume II Part 16
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"I should think I knew that; but it is not in me to attempt any but the highest effect. I would rather fail there than succeed in an inferior. The structure of the symphony is quite clear to my brain,--it always has been so; for I believe I understand it naturally, though I never knew why until now. Carl, a woman has never yet dared anything of the kind, and if I wait a few years longer I must give it up entirely. If I am married, my thoughts will not make themselves ready, and now they haunt me."
"Maria, do _not_ write! Wait, at least, until Anastase returns, and ask his own advice."
"Carl, I never knew you cold before,--what is it? As if Florimond could advise me! Could I advise him how to improve his present method?
and why should I wait? I shall not expose myself; it is for myself alone."
"Maria, this is the reason. You do look so fixed and strange, even while you talk about it, that I think you will do yourself some harm,--that is all; you did not use to look so."
"Am I so frightful, then, Carl?"
"You are too beautiful, Maria; but your eyes seem to have no sleep in them."
"They have not had, and they will not have until I have completed this task the angel set me."
"Oh, Maria! you are thinking of the Chevalier."
"I was not; I was thinking of St. Cecilia. If the Chevalier had ordered me to make a symphony, I should to everlasting have remained among the dunces."
I often, often lament, most sadly, that I am obliged to form her words into a foreign mould, almost at times to fuse them with my own expression; but the words about the angel were exactly her own, and I have often remembered them bitterly.
"You will find it very hard to write without any prospect of rehearsal, Maria."
"I can condense it, and so try it over; but I am certain of hearing it in my head, and that is enough."
"You will not think so still when it is written. How did it first occur to you?"
"In a moment, as I tell you, Carl, while the violin tones, hot as stars that are cold in distance, were dropping into my heart. The subjects rose in Alps before me. I both saw and heard them; there were vistas of sound, but no torrents; it was all glacier-like,--death enfolding life."
"What shall you call it, Maria?"
"No name, Carl. Perhaps I shall give it a name when it shall be really finished; but if it is to be what I expect, no one would remember its name on hearing it."
"Is it so beautiful, then, Maria?"
"To my fancy, _most_ beautiful, Carl."
"That is like the Chevalier."
"He has written, and knows what he has written; but I do not believe he has ever felt such satisfaction in any work as I in this."
"I think in any one else it would be dreadfully presumptuous,--in you it is ambitious, I believe; but I have no fear about your succeeding."
"Thank you, Carl, nor I. Will you stay here with me and help me?"
"No, Maria, for you do not want help, and I should think no one could write unless alone. But I will prevent any one else from coming."
"No one else will come; but if you care to stay here, Carl, I can write in my room, and you, as you said you have set yourself certain tasks, can work in this one. I am very selfish I am afraid, for I feel pleasantly safe when you are near me. I think, Carl, you must have been a Sunday-child."
"No, Maria; I was born upon a Friday, and my mother was in a great fright. Shall you write this evening?"
"I must go out and buy some paper."
CHAPTER VII.
We dined together, and then walked. I cannot record Maria's conversation, for her force now waned, and I should have had to entertain myself but for the unutterable entertainment at all times to me of a walk. She bought enough paper to score a whole opera had she been so disposed; and her preparations rather scared me on her account. For me, I returned to Cecilia to inform our powers why I should absent myself, and where remain; and when I came back with "books and work" of my own, she was very quietly awaiting me for supper, certainly not making attempts, either dread or ecstatic, at present. I was, indeed, anxious that if she accomplished her intentions at all, it should be in the vacation, as she studied so ardently at every other time; and it was this anxiety that induced me to leave her alone the next day and every morning of that week. I knew nothing of what she did meanwhile, and as I returned to Cecilia every night for sleep, I left her ever early, and heard not a note of her progress; whether she made any or not remaining at present a secret.
We rea.s.sembled in February. At our first meeting, which was a very festive banquet, our nominal head and the leading professors gave us an intimation that the examinations would extend for a month, and would begin in May, when the results would be communicated to the Chevalier Seraphael, who would be amongst us again at that time, and distribute the prizes after his own device, also confer the certificates upon those who were about to leave the school. I was not, of course, in this number, as the usual term of probation was three years in any specific department, and six for the academical course,--the latter had been advised for me by Davy, and acceded to by my mother. I gave up at present nearly my whole time to mastering the mere mechanism of my instrument, and had no notion of trying for any prize at all. I believe those of my contemporaries who aspired thus were very few at all, and Marc Iskar being among them had the effect upon me of quenching the slight fever of a desire I might have had so to distinguish myself. It struck me that Maria should try for the reward of successful composition; but she was so hurt, and looked so white when I alluded to it, that it was only once I did so. As to her proceedings, whatever they were, the most perfect calm pervaded them, and also her. I scarcely now heard her voice in speech; though it was spoken aloud by Spoda, and no longer whispered, that she would very soon be fit for the next initiation into a stage career, or its attendant and inductive mysteries. One evening I went to see her expressly to ascertain whether she would really leave us, and I asked her also about her intentions.
"Carl," she said, "I wish I had any. I don't really care what they do with me, though I wish to be able to marry as soon as possible. I believe I am to study under Mademoiselle Venelli at Berlin when I leave Cecilia. She teaches declamation and that style."
"Maria, you are very cool about it. I suppose you don't mind a bit about going."
"I should break my heart about it if I did not know I must go one day, and that the sooner I go the sooner I shall return,--to all I want, at least. But I have it not in my power to say I will do this, or will not have that, as it is my brother who educates me, and to whom I am indebted."
"If you go, Maria, I shall not see you for years and years."
"You will not mind that after a little time."
"Maria, I have never loved to talk to any one so well."
"If that is the only reason you are sorry, I am very glad I go."
She smiled as she spoke, but not a happy smile. I could see she was very sad, and, as it were, at a distance from her usual self.
"Maria, you have not told me one word about the symphony."
"You did not ask me."
"Were you so proud, then? As if I was not dying to see it, to hear it; for, Maria, don't tell me you would be contented without its being heard."
"I am not contented at all, Carl. I am often discontented,--particularly now."
"About Anastase? Does not Anastase approve of your writing?"
"He knows nothing of it. I would not tell him for a world; nor, Carl, would you."
"I don't know. I would tell him if it would do you any good, even though you disliked me to do so."
"Thanks; but it would do me no good. Florimond is poor: he could not collect an orchestra; and proud: he would not like me to be laughed at."
"Then what is it, Maria?"
"Carl, you know I am not vain."
I laughed, but answered nothing; it was too absurd a position.
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