Arms and the Woman
Page 131Things were going badly for me. I did not understand the mood. It
brought to mind the woman poor Hillars had described to me in his rooms
that night in London. I saw that I was losing something, so I made
what I thought a bold stroke. I took from my pocket a withered rose.
I turned it from one hand to the other.
"It appears that when Gretchen gave me this it was as an emblem of her
love. Still, I gave her all my heart."
"If that be the emblem of her love, Herr, throw it away; it is not
worth the keeping."
"And Gretchen sent me a letter once," I went on.
"Ah, what indiscretion!"
the writing away with my kisses."
"How some men waste their energies!"
"Your Highness," said I, putting the rose back into my pocket, "did
Gretchen ever tell you how she fought a duel for me because her life
was less to her than mine?"
The Princess Hildegarde's smile stiffened and her eyes closed for the
briefest instant.
"Ah, shall I ever forget that night!" said I. "I held her to my heart
and kissed her on the lips. I was supremely happy. Your Highness has
never known what a thing of joy it is to kiss the one you love. It is
mapped out by human hands."
The Princess opened her fan and hid her lips.
"And do you know," I continued, "when Gretchen went away I had a
wonderful dream?"
"A dream? What was it?" The fan was waving to and fro.
"I dreamed that a Princess came in Gretchen's place, and she threw her
arms around my neck and kissed me of her own free will."
"And what did she say, Herr?" Certainly the voice was growing more
like Gretchen's.
I hesitated. To tell her what the dream Princess had said would undo
"It will not interest Your Highness," said I.
"Tell me what she said; I command it!" And now I was sure that there
was a falter in her voice.
"She said--she said that she loved me."
"Continue."
"And that, as she was a Princess and--and honor bound, it could never
be." I had to say it.