CHAPTER XIV.

It was in my power, doubtless, to have fled from the castle, but in

doing so--in saving myself from new crimes--I must have fled also _from

Aurelia_. I had made the resolution (in which I was determined to

persevere) to venture all things for _her_ sake, and especially for the

chance of renewing that conversation which the sanctity of the

confessional wholly prohibited.

It was on her account, therefore, that I had now involved myself in

enormous guilt; but though conscious of this as the cause, I did not

escape the torments of remorse and the bitterest self-condemnation. A

kind of horror seized on me when I thought of meeting Aurelia again,

which, however, was very soon to happen, namely, at the supper-table. It

seemed as if her pious angelic looks would directly accuse me of mortal

sin, and as if, unmasked and detected, I should sink into utter

disgrace and annihilation. From similar reasons, also, I could not bear

to see the Baroness immediately after that interview, and all this

induced me, under the pretext of having my devotions to perform, to shut

myself up in my room, and remain there, when intimation was sent to me

that supper was ready.

Only a few days, however, were required in order to banish all fear and

embarrassment. The outward behaviour of the Baroness was in the highest

degree guarded and amiable; and the more that, in my character of Count

Victorin, I acquired ascendancy over her, the more she seemed to

redouble her attention and affectionate solicitude for the Baron.

She confessed to me, however, that she many times laboured under the

most fearful perplexity; that my _tonsure_, my long beard, and my

genuine conventual gait, (which last, however, I did not now keep up so

strictly as before,) had caused to her a thousand indefinable

apprehensions; nay, upon my sudden inspired invocation of St Rosalia,

she had become almost persuaded that some extraordinary fatality had

annihilated the plan which, along with Victorin, she had so admirably

laid, and had brought a miserable Capuchin monk into his place.

She admired, however, the extent of my precautions in actually taking

the tonsure, in allowing my beard to grow, and in having studied my part

so exactly, that, even now, she was obliged often to look me sharply in

the face, to avoid falling again into painful doubts.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Victorin's _chasseur_, disguised as a _bauer_, made his

appearance now and then at the end of the park, and I did not neglect to

speak with him privately, and admonish him to hold himself in readiness

for momentary flight, if any evil chance should render this necessary.

As for the Baron and Reinhold, they seemed, on the whole, perfectly

satisfied, yet frequently troubled me with urgent suggestions that I

should direct the best energies of my mind to acquire an influence over

the deeply pensive and obstinate Hermogen.

On the contrary, however, I had never been able to interchange with him

a single word, so sedulously did he avoid every opportunity of being

alone with me; and if by chance we met in the society of his father and

the steward, he looked upon me with an expression so marked and

extraordinary, that I had considerable difficulty in avoiding obvious

embarrassment. It seemed almost as if he could read my very soul, and

spy out my most secret thoughts; and as often as he was thus forced into

my presence, an unconquerable ill-humour, a malicious irony, and indeed

rage, with difficulty restrained, were visible on his pale features.

It happened that once when I was taking a walk in the park, I perceived

him, quite unexpectedly, coming up to meet me. I held this for the

fittest possible moment to clear up the painful circumstances in which I

was placed with regard to him; and accordingly, when, as usual, he

wished to escape, I ventured to take him by the arm, and my old talent

of eloquence enabled me now to speak so impressively, and with so much

energy, that at last he could not help being attentive, and shewed, as I

thought, some favourable symptoms of emotion.

We had seated ourselves on a stone bench at the end of a walk which led

towards the castle. In discourse, my inspiration, as usual, increased.

I maintained, that it was in the highest degree sinful for a man, thus

devoured by inward grief, to despise the consolation and assistance of

the church, which can raise up the fallen, and might enable him to

fulfil all purposes and duties of this life, which, by the goodness of

the Supreme Power, were yet held invitingly before him.

I insisted, that even the most depraved criminal need not doubt of the

grace and favour of Heaven, and that the indulgence of such doubts might

alone deprive him of the temporal happiness, and salvation hereafter,

which he would otherwise obtain. At last I demanded that he should

directly unload his conscience by confessing to me, promising him, at

the same time, on the usual conditions of contrition, penance, and

amendment, absolution for every sin that he might have committed.

Hereupon he rose up. His frame seemed to heave and dilate with

indignation;--his brows were contracted--his eyes glared--a burning red

flew at once over his before pale countenance.

"Art thou," cried he, with a voice, by the depth and wildness of whose

tones I was involuntarily agitated,--"art thou then thyself free from

sin, that thou venturest, like the most pure--nay, like the Divinity

whom thou blasphemest, to look into the secrets of my bosom?--Thou,

forsooth, would'st promise me forgiveness--thou, who for thyself wilt

vainly strive for pardon, and against whom the regions of the blest are

for ever closed!--Miserable hypocrite! soon will the hour of retribution

be at hand, and trodden into the dust like a poisonous reptile, shalt

thou writhe in misery and death, struggling in vain for aid and release

from thy nameless torment, till thou perishest in madness and despair!"

Hereupon he turned round, and quickly disappeared. I had no power to

detain him--I was, indeed, utterly crushed and annihilated. All my

composure and courage had fled, and I saw no means by which confidence

and safety could again be recovered.

* * * * *

At length I observed the Baroness coming out of the castle, dressed as

if for a walk. With her only, in this difficulty, could I hope to find

assistance or consolation. I hastened, therefore, to meet her.

At first she seemed terrified at my disordered appearance--inquired

after the cause of it; and I described to her the whole scene which I

had just now encountered with the insane Hermogen, expressing also my

terror and apprehension, lest he might, perhaps, by some inexplicable

chance, have got possession of, and might betray, our secret

intercourse.

By all this Euphemia did not appear in the least moved. On the contrary,

she smiled with an expression of irony and malice so extraordinary, that

I was seized with involuntary horror.

"Let us go deeper into the park," said she, "for here we might be

observed, and it might be deemed mysterious if the reverend Father

Medardus were to speak to me with such vehemence."

[A few sentences are here left out by the Editor.]

"Be composed then, Victorin," said Euphemia; "you may make yourself

perfectly tranquil as to all this, which has brought you into such fear

and trouble. Indeed, it is on the whole fortunate, that this adventure

has happened with Hermogen; for I have thus an opportunity of speaking

to you on many things of which I had too long been silent.

"You must confess, that I wield a strange kind of intellectual supremacy

over all those by whom I am in this life surrounded; and to possess and

exercise this privilege, is, I believe, much more easy for a woman than

for a man. Not only, however, must we for this purpose enjoy that

superiority of personal beauty which Nature has granted to us, but also

many peculiar attributes of mind. Above all, the individual, who, in

such undertakings, expects to succeed, must possess the power of

stepping, as it were, out of herself,--of contemplating her _own

individuality_ from an external point, (that is to say, as it is beheld

by others;) for our own identity, when viewed in this manner, serves

like an obedient implement--a passive means of obtaining whatever object

we have proposed to ourselves, as the highest and most desirable in

life.

"Can there be anything more admirable than an existence which rules over

that of others, so that we may exert perfect empire over the insipid

beings--the phantom shapes, by which we are here surrounded, and command

them, as if by magic spells, to minister to our enjoyments?

"You, Victorin, belong to the few who have hitherto understood me. You

had also acquired this power of looking, as if with others' eyes, upon

yourself; and I have therefore judged you not unworthy to be raised as

my partner on the throne of this intellectual kingdom. The mystery which

we were obliged to keep up, heightened the charm of this union; our

apparent separation only gave wider scope for our fantastic humour,

which played with and scorned the conventional laws of ordinary life.

"Do not our present meetings constitute the boldest piece of adventure,

that spirits, mocking at all conventional limitations, ever dared to

encounter? Even in this new character which you have assumed, the

metamorphosis depends not on your dress merely. It seems, also, as if

the mind, accommodating itself to the ruling principle, worked outwardly

in such a manner, that even the bodily form becomes plastic and

obedient, moulding itself in turns, according to that plan and

destination which the higher powers of volition had conceived and laid

down.

"How completely I myself despise all ordinary rules, you, Victorin, are

already aware. The Baron has now become, in my estimation, a disgusting,

worn-out implement, which, having been used for my past purposes, lies

dead, like a run-down piece of clock-work, before me--Reinhold is too

contemptible and narrow-minded to be worthy of a thought--Aurelia is a

good, pious, and simple-hearted child--We have nothing to do but with

Hermogen.

"Already have I confessed to you, that the first time I saw this youth,

he made on me a wonderful and indelible impression; but of what

afterwards passed betwixt us, you have never yet been fully aware. I had

even looked on him as capable of entering into those lofty schemes, into

that higher sphere of enjoyment, which I could have opened for him; but

for once, I was completely deceived. There existed within him some

principle inimical and hostile towards me, which manifested itself in

perpetual contradiction to my plans--nay, the very spells by which I

fettered others, had on him an effect quite opposite and repelling. He

remained always cold, darkly reserved, or, at best, utterly indifferent,

till at last my resentment was roused; I determined on revenge, but,

above all, I resolved that my former power should not be thus meanly

baffled and subdued, and that his indifference should sooner or later be

fearfully overcome.

"On this combat I had already decided, when the Baron happened to say,

that he had proposed for me a marriage with Hermogen, to which the

latter would by no means agree. Like a gleam of inspiration, the thought

at that moment rose within me, that I might myself, by a marriage with

the Baron, at once clear away those conventional limitations which had

hitherto at times disgustingly forced themselves in my way.

"But as to that marriage, Victorin, I have already frequently spoken

with you. To your doubts, as to whether it could ever take place, I soon

opposed actual performance. In short, as you know, in the course of a

few days, I succeeded in transforming the grave old gentleman into a

silly tender lover. Nay, he was forced to look on those plans which

wholly originated from my agency, (and to which he scarcely dared to

give utterance,) as the offspring of his own foolish brain, and the

fulfilment of his own heartfelt wishes. Still, in the back ground,

concealed indeed, but not less deeply traced, lay the thoughts of my

revenge on Hermogen, which would now be more easy, and in execution far

more perfect.

"If I knew less of your character, if I were not aware that you are

fully capable of entering into my views, I would no doubt hesitate to

inform you of what afterwards occurred.

"I took various opportunities of attracting Hermogen's attention. When

in the _residenz_, I appeared gloomy and reserved--and afforded, in this

respect, a powerful contrast with himself, for he was then cheerful and

active in his own pursuits, and, to most people, frank and disengaged in

manner. The interval was long and tedious, however, before my designs

could be brought into execution.

"During my last visit in town, my uncle's illness forbade all brilliant

assemblies, and I was obliged even to decline the visits of my nearest

acquaintance. Hermogen called upon me, perhaps only to fulfil the duty

which he owed to a step-mother. He found me sunk in the most gloomy

reflections; and when, astonished at this sudden revolution, he

anxiously inquired the cause, I confessed to him that the Baron's infirm

state of health, which he only with difficulty concealed, made me afraid

that I should soon lose him, which idea was to me terrible and

insupportable.

"On hearing this, he was obviously affected; and when I went on to paint

to him, in the liveliest colours, the happiness of my domestic

circumstances with the Baron, entering into minute details of our mode

of life in the country--when, moreover, I spoke at greater length of the

Baron's admirable disposition, and represented his whole character in

the most glowing terms, so that it always appeared more and more how

deeply I honoured him, nay, how my very existence depended on

his,--then, obviously, Hermogen's astonishment and perplexity increased

to an even unexpected degree. He visibly struggled and contended with

himself, but I had already triumphed. The principle, whatever it was,

that lived within him, and had hitherto so hostilely acted against me,

was overcome--he had spoken with me alone, and was deeply moved--he had

beheld me in a new light--his indifference was subdued, and his

tranquillity lost. My triumph became the more certain, when, on the

following evening, he came again to visit me.

"He found me alone, still more gloomy and more agitated than on the

preceding night. I spoke as before of the Baron, and of my inexpressible

longing to return to the country, and to see him again. Hermogen soon

lost all self-possession--he hung enraptured on my looks, and their

light fell like consuming fire into his heart.

* * * * *

"In a word, I succeeded. The consequences were more horrible than I had

supposed; yet on this account my victory was the more brilliant. The

dominion which I had now so unequivocally gained over Hermogen had

utterly broken his spirit. He fell, as you know, into madness, though

till now you were not aware of the exact reason of this.

"It is a peculiar attribute of madmen, that they can often look more

deeply than others into the hearts of those by whom they are surrounded.

It seems as if their own minds, being free from rational control, stand

in nearer relationship with the spiritual world, and are more liable to

be excited sympathetically by the emotions of another. Thus oftentimes

they pronounce aloud our own thoughts, like a supernatural echo, whence

we are startled as if we heard the voice even of a second self.

"On these principles, it may indeed have happened that Hermogen,

considering the peculiar footing on which we stand, has actually looked

through your disguise, and on this account is hostilely disposed toward

us; but as to any danger from him on this account, that is by no means

to be apprehended. Suppose even that he were to break out into open

enmity--should proclaim aloud, 'Trust not this cowled priest--he is not

what he seems!' yet who would look upon this as less or more than a

delirious phantasm of his malady, more especially as Reinhold has been

so good as to recognize in you the reverend Father Medardus?

"In the meanwhile, however, it remains certain, that you cannot, as I

had hoped, gain a favourable influence over Hermogen. My revenge,

however, is fulfilled, and I now look upon him, even as I regard the

Baron, like a broken _marionette_--a worn-out plaything; become, at

last, so much the more tiresome, as he probably considers his meeting

with me here as an act of penitence, and, on this account, haunts and

persecutes me, as you must have observed, with his dead-alive, staring,

and spectral eyes.

"In short, he must, in one way or another, be got rid of; and I thought,

by your acquiring an influence over him, he might have been confirmed in

his notions of going into a convent, and to have contrived, that the

Baron and Reinhold should be persuaded of the propriety of this design.

Hermogen, to say the truth, is to me, in the highest degree,

intolerable. His looks often agitate me, so that I can hardly command

myself; and, for certain, he must, by some means or other, be removed.

"The only person before whom he appears quite in a different character,

is Aurelia. By means of that girl only, can you gain any influence over

Hermogen; for which reason, I shall take care that, for the future, you

may to her also obtain nearer access.

"If you find a suitable opportunity, you may communicate to the Baron

and Reinhold, that Hermogen has disclosed to you, in confession, a

heavy crime, which, according to your religious vows, you are obliged to

conceal. But of this, more at another time: act for the best, and only

be stedfast and faithful. Let us reign together over this contemptible

world of puppets, which move around us only according to our sovereign

will and pleasure. This life must bestow on us its best enjoyments,

without forcing on our necks the yoke of its narrow and despicable

laws!"

We now saw the Baron at a distance, and went towards him, as if occupied

in pious and edifying discourse.

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