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The Daughter of an Empress

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The 4th of December, the day of the court-ball, to which Elizabeth had

looked forward with a longing heart because of her anxiety to display

at court her new Parisian dresses, at length had come. A most active

movement prevailed in the palace of the regent. The lord-marshal and

the chamberlains on service passed up and down through the rooms,

overlooking with sharp eyes the various ornaments, festoons, garlands,

and draperies, to make sure that all was splendid, and tasteful, and

magnificent.

Anna Leopoldowna troubled herself very little about these busy movements

in her palace. She was in her boudoir, delightedly reading a letter from

her distant lover, which had just been received under Julia's address.

She had already read this letter several times, but ever recommenced

it, and ever found some new word, some new phrase that proved to her the

glowing love of her absent friend.

"Ah, he still loves me," murmured she, pressing the letter to her lips;

"he really loves me, and this short separation will not estrange his

heart, but cause it to glow with warmer passion! Oh, what a happiness

will it be when he again returns! And he will return! Yes, he will be

with me again on the 18th of December, and, animated by his glances,

I shall for the first time appear in all the splendor of an imperial

crown. Ah, they have no presentiment, my councillors and ministers, that

I have selected the 18th of December for the ceremony precisely because

it is the birthday of my beloved! He will know it, he will understand

why his Anna has chosen this particular day, and he will thank me

with one of those proud and glowing glances which always made my heart

tremulous with overpowering happiness. Oh, my Lynar, what a blessed

moment will be that when I see you again!"

A slight knock at the door interrupted the imaginings of the princess.

It was Julia von Mengden, who came to announce the old Count Ostermann.

"And is it for him that you disturb my delightful solitude?" asked the

princess, somewhat reproachfully. "Is this Count Ostermann, is

this whole miserable realm of so much importance to me as the sweet

contemplation of a letter from my friend? When I am reading his letter

it seems to me that my beloved himself is at my side, and therefore you

must clearly see that I cannot receive Count Ostermann, as Lynar is with

me!"

"Put your letter and your lover in your bosom," said Julia, with a

laugh; "he will be very happy there, and then you can receive the

old count without betraying your lover's presence! The count has so

pressingly begged for an audience that I finally promised to intercede

with you for him."

"Ah, this eternal business!" angrily exclaimed the princess. "They will

never let me have any peace; they harass me the whole day. Even now,

when it is time to be making my toilet for the ball--even now I must be

tormented with affairs of state."

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