CHAPTER XII

This was the moment in which Lilly's hopes and wondering astonishment

reached their climax. Could it be Lilly Czepanek to whom all this was

happening, or had she changed places with someone else--some heroine

who only lived inside those old brown-covered books, and who would

cease to exist directly the last page was turned? He did not urge her

to consent at once. As she sank back in a helpless heap, incapable of

speaking, he took her hands tenderly in his, and with the smile of a

beneficent deity, reasoned with her more gently than she could have

believed possible. She might think it over, he said, for three days, or

he would even allow her ten. So long he could be patient, but she must

promise in the meantime to say nothing about it to anyone.

She gladly acceded, still too terribly ashamed to look him in the face.

Then she ran home and cried and cried without knowing why she cried,

whether for joy or for grief. She was still sobbing when towards four

in the morning the sisters, who had relaxed their strict etiquette in

honour of the New Year, crept in and passed through the room.

When she got up in the morning she was sure that he could not have been

in earnest, and that before the day was over he would send to say that

he had changed his mind. She wouldn't care much if he did. Indeed, she

would breathe more freely and thank God to be relieved from a haunting

burden of perplexities.

At ten o'clock there was a ring, and a basket of roses was handed in.

The size and costliness of the blooms filled the sisters with astounded

disapproval. They knew the price of roses in winter, and calculated

that these had cost a sum greatly exceeding Lilly's wages for a month.

"Really," remarked the elder, "I cannot see why you shouldn't give in

to such a gorgeous admirer. If it was one of us, it would be different,

of course. We are in society, and could not afford to lose caste. But

you, a mere shopgirl without any family to disgrace, why shouldn't you?

Besides, such a life has its charms and advantages. If I were you, I

should certainly try it."

The younger and more sentimental of the two protested. "The first

step," she said, "should only be taken for love. That is what is due to

yourself, even if you are nothing but a shopgirl."

They were still debating this knotty question when they went off to New

Year's parade. They wanted to see Colonel von Mertzbach in command of

the guard. They had heard he was "awfully handsome," and that all the

fashionable girls in the town were setting their cap at him.

Lilly caressed her roses and would have kissed them all, only there

were too many.

Then she took courage, locked up, and went out to St. Ann's to consult

St. Joseph. She would have met the officers riding to parade if she had

not turned down a back street in the nick of time.

High-mass was over, and had left an odour of incense and poor people

lingering in the aisles. A few worshippers remained praying at the side

altars. Lilly knelt down before her dear saint, pressed her forehead

against the velvet padding of the altar ratings, and tried to pour out

her torn heart to him, begging for advice and consolation.

"Ought I to ... May I? Can I?" Oh! She hoped she might so very much.

Such a chance was not likely to come more than once in a lifetime. She

would be rich, a baroness, with the world and all its splendours at her

feet. When did such things happen outside fairy-tales?

If only one thing about him had been different. For the first time it

struck her clearly what that one thing was.

It was not his eyes, whose glance was a dagger-thrust. It was not the

grey bristly hair on his temples, nor the harsh commanding voice of the

martinet. No; now she knew that it was none of these, but the folds of

skin hanging down from his chin to his throat. It was these that must

always form a barrier between him and her. They couldn't be got over,

nothing could conceal them. She shuddered at the thought of them. And

yet the Asmussen sisters had talked of him as a handsome man. The

daughters of wealthy and distinguished people were said to run after

him.

It would have been folly on her part to refuse him. Wasn't he the best

and noblest and most high-principled of men? Wasn't he nearly as good

and kind as God Himself? Then she mapped out a future in which she was

to live and breathe only for him; to sit at his feet as a disciple. She

would flutter about him in gayer moments like a dove, though she could

not exactly picture herself being ever lively in his presence. But she

might be poetic; she might gaze at the stars in the distant firmament

and the evening clouds, and look the image of a pale, noble, saintly

creature to whom young strangers would lift their eyes in devouring

longing without being rewarded by a single glance from her. All this

would be possible, because her life would be consecrated to him, who

was her friend, protector, and father, to whom she looked up on the

heights whence no gleam had ever descended to her before.

"Yes, I will--I will!" an eager voice cried within her. "Yes, dear St.

Joseph, I will!"

For answer St. Joseph held up a warning forefinger. Of course, he would

have done it in any case. He couldn't help himself, for his artist had

presented him thus. And yet there was something disconcerting about

that raised forefinger. It didn't somehow help a poor distraught human

being on its way through this troublesome world.

The next day Lilly got a letter from Herr Doktor Pieper, making an

appointment with her at his office.

She turned hot and cold. "He knows," she said to herself.

When she asked leave to go, Frau Asmussen remonstrated severely with

her.

"You receive costly presents and flowers, and you are always wanting to

go out; if you continue like this, I am afraid I shall have to offer up

daily prayers for you again."

But when Lilly showed her guardian's letter, Frau Asmussen gave her

permission. Lilly had not seen him since that day, a year and a half

ago, when she had come out of the hospital, so weak she could hardly

stand. She had been too shy to accept his invitation to call on him

again. Besides, there had been no reason why she should. From time to

time a lanky, dried-up looking person, whom Lilly recognised as the

head clerk, had come to Frau Asmussen's, and after a brief conversation

conducted in an undertone, departed. This was the only sign that the

man under whose guardianship she had been placed ever thought of her

existence.

"Herr Doktor Pieper will see you now," said the head clerk.

As Lilly entered, the distinguished lawyer was sitting at his

writing-table in the same position as she had last seen him. He raised

his head and contemplated her with a long scrutinising gaze. Then he

smiled and rubbed the mirrorlike surface of his bald patch. "Ah! So

it's you!" he drawled.

Lilly's respect for this man deprived her of breath. While he studied

her from head to foot as if she had been a marketable object, she made

an awkward movement, which was a cross between a nod and a bow, and

tugged at the short sleeves of her coat.

"Ah! I perceive, my child, that you have developed into something that

makes masculine folly, not of course justifiable, because we are

endowed with masculine intellect to restrain the tendency, but, at any

rate, excusable.... But I haven't wished you good-morning."

He rose and offered her his cool flabby hand, which felt as if it had

no bones in it.

"Please let me look at your gloves," he said next.

Lilly trembled, and drew back her elbows like a thief caught in the

act. She stammered out, growing very red, "I was going to buy a new

pair to-day."

"Don't, dear Fraeulein," he answered, smacking his lips with

satisfaction; "those holes are touching, and awake sympathy. Your

winter coat, too, awakes sympathy. These are mere matters of detail,

which contrast piquantly with the main features of your appearance.

Anyone sentimentally inclined, even if he were not born a poet, might

easily be inspired to an outburst of lyrical verse by such a pathetic

appeal."

As he spoke, he put his arm familiarly through hers and led her to an

easy-chair, upholstered with many springs and cushions.

"Sit down in this victims' chair," he said, "though I promise you there

will be no drawing of teeth to-day. Altogether, you've done very well

for yourself, my child. I am perfectly satisfied with you."

He smoothed his well-kept fair beard and showed his teeth in a

satisfied smile, like a conjurer after performing a specially clever

trick.

"When do you intend the wedding to come off?"

"It's not even an engagement yet," murmured Lilly.

"Oh, as far as that goes, there will, of course, be no engagement,

properly speaking--that is to say, no formal announcements to friends,

cards, visits, and other courtesies. Have everything done as quickly as

possible--as quietly as possible; that is my advice to you, Fraeulein.

You see, in the very delicate situation of affairs in which we find

ourselves, adverse influences are always to be feared."

"But I haven't so much as said 'Yes,' yet," Lilly ventured to put in.

This seemed vastly to amuse him.

"Ho! ho! We're assuming the possibility of a refusal, are we? A

refusal! Very clever! I shouldn't have credited you with so much

capacity for business, dear Fraeulein."

"I am sure I don't know what you mean," said Lilly, a flush of

indignation rising to her face--she knew not why.

He thrust his hands against his sides and continued to be amused.

"Yes, yes; that's all very well and practical, but a joke can be

carried too far, you know. I advise you to leave it in my hands for the

time being.... I understand these matters, though I must confess I

haven't often handled so important a case. I will do my utmost to hurry

on the wedding.... For reasons already stated, I must demand absolute

secrecy till his resignation is a _fait accompli_. When the banns are

once put up, providing you with a trousseau will be a minor

consideration. My advice to you, young lady, is to behave for the

present in as maidenly and ingenuous a manner as you can. A rosebud

unfolding with the freshness of the dew upon it should be your example.

But I would suggest the use of a better soap.... I think there's no

room for improvement in anything else. The necessity may arise for you

to take up your abode with another family, in which case the sum

realised from the sale of your mother's effects--one moment, please."

He opened a big ledger which he took from a rack by the writing-table.

"A, B, C--ah, here we are--Czepanek. Sums amounting to one hundred and

thirty-six marks will come in very usefully just now. My purse, too,

out of a purely aesthetic enjoyment of the romance, is at your

disposal. So much for the period before the wedding. As for the time to

follow, which is of infinitely greater importance, I should not like

you to go away from here without my giving you a few gentle hints,

though, unfortunately, I am not in a position to"--he paused for a

moment, and a satyr-like grin widened his loose-skinned cheeks--"take a

mother's place and impart to you the precepts with which she would

speed you on your way as a bride."

Lilly understood this time well enough what he would imply, and redhot

shame wove a fiery mist before her eyes.

"In all matters connected with arrangements for your future, such as

insurance, settlements, alimony in case of divorce, provided you are

the guiltless party--or even if you were guilty--you may implicitly

trust me. I was not made your guardian for nothing. But there is one

contingency, very common in marriages such as yours, in which my

professional help can give you no security. You must keep your eyes

open for yourself.... We are placed in this world, my dear child, to do

what we like; anyone who says the contrary would rob your heaven of its

sun. But I give you a threefold warning: first, don't exchange

superfluous glances; second, don't demand superfluous rendering of

accounts; thirdly and lastly, don't make superfluous confessions. You

cannot be expected to-day, perhaps, to understand clearly what all this

signifies"--as a matter of fact, Lilly understood nothing at all--"but

think of my words when occasion arises. They may be of use to you. Let

me see. Another thing! Are you fond of jewels?"

"I have hardly ever seen any," said Lilly.

"Not at the jewellers' in the market-place?"

"At school we weren't allowed to look in at the shop-windows," Lilly

answered.

He smiled his most unpleasant smile. "Then I venture to advise that

every time you and your husband go out together you stop and look in at

every shop-window. Such little hints are seldom ignored. Be specially

charmed with pearls, my dear young lady. You will in this wise lay up

for yourself treasures which, when your time of trouble comes--and,

remember, it will come--will be of invaluable assistance to you."

Lilly nodded, and thought to herself, "I shall certainly do nothing of

the kind."

Heir Doktor Pieper passed his soft plump well-kept hand over his glossy

bald patch several times, and continued:

"Well, what more have I got to say to you? A good deal, but I am rather

afraid of being misunderstood. There is one thing, however, which must

not be omitted. The early days of married life, no matter what its

nature may be, are apt to have a disturbing effect on the nervous

system. When you first feel depressed, take bromide. In fact, take a

good deal of it. Draw a protective cap of indifference over your head

in moments of strong excitement, whether caused by love or antipathy,

so that you will not see, hear, or feel anything. You must deaden your

perceptions and be unconscious of your will-power. In time you will

become used to the oppressive hot-house atmosphere, probably in a few

months; and afterward you will again breathe the fresh air, and then,

instead of the bed-canopy above you, there will stretch again before

you the heaven of your girlhood. When one's nerves are over-strained it

is dangerous to think too much of one's immediate surroundings and to

seek compensation there. Dream rather of the distant blue mountains.

Let your happiness linger afar off. You are young, and it will

certainly draw nearer as years pass. Give it time to grow up.... I

expect you do not understand the very least bit what I am saying?"

"Yes, of course I understand," Lilly stammered.

She didn't wish to be thought stupid. But he was right. His words

rained on her like hailstones of which she could only gather a few here

and there--except the blue mountains. She had caught that, and liked

the expression.

"Never mind," he went on. "Something of what I have said will occur to

you, I've no doubt, at times. Now I come to the last and most delicate

point of all, because it deals, as it were, with spiritual conditions.

Don't fret if your environment does not respond to you and echo your

ideas. You must leave it, and not try to make things different. Bells

that are cracked can never be made to ring in tune again. Rather

provide music for yourself. I shouldn't be surprised if you have a

whole orchestra at your command."

"I have 'The Song of Songs,'" Lilly thought with pride.

"You have no conception, my child, how essential it is, when you live

in harness with another human being, not to lose touch with yourself.

To hold a private court of your own flattering thoughts is an excellent

diversion. Anyone who wants to eat fresh eggs must keep poultry; never

forget that. But don't let anyone suspect. Display no unnecessary

opposition, no obstinacy. You must arrange to run your life from the

start on double paths, so that you can travel in both directions as

your needs require. I shouldn't wonder if in these circumstances your

marriage were to turn out happily, apart from its exceptional worldly

advantages, the duration of which depend mainly on good luck and the

exercise of tact and powers of adaptation. I shall send you the

marriage contract sealed. Till your coming of age in two years' time I

shall always be at your service. If you feel in after years that your

temper is permanently tried, break the seal by all means. A good lawyer

can interpret a contract very differently from a layman, and read all

sorts of things into it. As I indicated, there is one case in which he

is impotent to do this. Be on your guard against it. Technically, it is

called _in flagrante_.... Sometime or other you will doubtless acquire

information as to what the word means. Now, may I give the colonel your

final consent?"

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