Innstetten's leave of absence was to expire the 15th of November, and
so when they had reached Capri and Sorrento he felt morally bound to
follow his usual habit of returning to his duties on the day and at
the hour designated. So on the morning of the 14th they arrived by the
fast express in Berlin, where Cousin von Briest met them and proposed
that they should make use of the two hours before the departure of the
Stettin train to pay a visit to the Panorama and then have a little
luncheon together. Both proposals were accepted with thanks. At noon
they returned to the station, shook hands heartily and said good-by,
after both Effi and her husband had extended the customary invitation,
"Do come to see us some day," which fortunately is never taken
seriously. As the train started Effi waved a last farewell from her
compartment. Then she leaned back and made herself comfortable, but
from time to time sat up and held out her hand to Innstetten.
It was a pleasant journey, and the train arrived on time at the
Klein-Tantow station, from which a turnpike led to Kessin, ten miles
away. In the summer time, especially during the tourist season,
travelers were accustomed to avoid the turnpike and take the water
route, going by an old sidewheel steamer down the Kessine, the river
from which Kessin derived its name. But the "Phoenix"--about which the
wish had long been vainly cherished, that, at some time when there
were no passengers on board, it might justify its name and burn to
ashes--regularly stopped running on the 1st of October. For this
reason Innstetten had telegraphed from Stettin to his coachman Kruse:
"Five o'clock, Klein-Tantow station. Open carriage, if good weather."
It certainly was good weather, and there sat Kruse in the open
carriage at the station. He greeted the newly arrived couple with all
the prescribed dignity of a first-class coachman.
"Well, Kruse, everything in order?"
"At your service, Sir Councillor."
"Then, Effi, please get in." As Effi was doing as bid, and one of the
station porters was finding a place for a small satchel by the
coachman, in front, Innstetten left orders to send the rest of the
luggage by the omnibus. Then he, too, took his seat and after
condescendingly asking one of the bystanders for a light called to
Kruse: "Drive on, Kruse." The carriage rolled quickly over the rails
of the many tracks at the crossing, then slantingly down the slope of
the embankment, and on the turnpike past an inn called "The Prince
Bismarck." At this point the road forked, one branch leading to the
right to Kessin, the other to the left to Varzin. In front of the inn
stood a moderately tall, broad-shouldered man in a fur coat and a fur
cap. The cap he took off with great deference as the District
Councillor drove by. "Pray, who was that?" said Effi, who was
extremely interested in all she saw and consequently in the best of
humor. "He looked like a starost, though I am forced to confess I
never saw a starost before."
"Which is no loss, Effi. You guessed very well just the same. He does
really look like a starost and is something of the sort, too. I mean
by that, he is half Polish. His name is Golchowski, and whenever we
have an election or a hunt here, he is at the top of the list. In
reality he is a very unsafe fellow, whom I would not trust across the
road, and he doubtless has a great deal on his conscience. But he
assumes an air of loyalty, and when the quality of Varzin go by here
he would like nothing better than to throw himself before their
carriages. I know that at the same time he is hostile to the Prince.
But what is the use? We must not have any misunderstandings with him,
for we need him. He has this whole region in his pocket and
understands electioneering better than any one else. Besides, he is
considered well-to-do and lends out money at usury which is contrary
to the ordinary practice of the Poles."
"But he was good-looking."
"Yes, good-looking he is. Most of the people here are good-looking. A
handsome strain of human beings. But that is the best that can be said
of them. Your Brandenburg people look more unostentatious and more
ill-humored, and in their conduct they are less respectful, in fact,
are not at all respectful, but their yes is yes and no is no, and one
can depend upon them. Here everybody is uncertain."
"Why do you tell me that, since I am obliged to live here among them
now?"
"Not you. You will not hear or see much of them. For city and country
are here very different, and you will become acquainted with our city
people only, our good people of Kessin."
"Our good people of Kessin. Is that sarcasm, or are they really so
good?"
"That they are really good is not exactly what I mean to say, but they
are different from the others; in fact, they have no similarity
whatever to the country inhabitants here."
"How does that come?"
"Because they are entirely different human beings, by ancestry and
association. The people you find in the country here are the so-called
Cassubians, of whom you may have heard, a Slavic race, who have been
living here for a thousand years and probably much longer. But all the
inhabitants of our seaports, and the commercial cities near the coast,
have moved here from a distance and trouble themselves very little
about the Cassubian backwoods, because they derive little profit from
that source and are dependent upon entirely different sources. The
sources upon which they are dependent are the regions with which they
have commercial relations, and as their commerce brings them into
touch with the whole world you will find among them people from every
nook and corner of the earth, even here in our good Kessin, in spite
of the fact that it is nothing but a miserable hole."
"Why, that is perfectly charming, Geert. You are always talking about
the miserable hole, but I shall find here an entirely new world, if
you have not exaggerated. All kinds of exotics. That is about what you
meant, isn't it?"
He nodded his head.
"An entirely new world, I say, perhaps a negro, or a Turk, or perhaps
even a Chinaman."
"Yes, a Chinaman, too. How well you can guess! It may be that we still
have one. He is dead now and buried in a little fenced-in plot of
ground close by the churchyard. If you are not easily frightened I
will show you his grave some day. It is situated among the dunes, with
nothing but lyme grass around it, and here and there a few
immortelles, and one always hears the sea. It is very beautiful and
very uncanny."
"Oh, uncanny? I should like to know more about it. But I would better
not. Such stories make me have visions and dreams, and if, as I hope,
I sleep well tonight, I should certainly not like to see a Chinaman
come walking up to my bed the first thing."
"You will not, either."
"Not, either? Upon my word, that sounds strange, as though, after all,
it were possible. You seek to make Kessin interesting to me, but you
carry it a trifle too far. And have you many such foreigners in
Kessin?"
"A great many. The whole population is made up of such foreigners,
people whose parents and grandparents lived in an entirely different
region."
"Most remarkable. Please tell me more about them. But no more creepy
stories. I feel that there is always something creepy about a
Chinaman."
"Yes, there is," laughed Geert, "but the rest, thank heaven, are of an
entirely different sort, all mannerly people, perhaps a little bit too
commercial, too thoughtful of their own advantage, and always on hand
with bills of questionable value. In fact, one must be cautious with
them. But otherwise they are quite agreeable. And to let you see that
I have not been deceiving you I will just give you a little sample, a
sort of index or list of names."
"Please do, Geert."
"For example, we have, not fifty paces from our house, and our gardens
are even adjoining, the master machinist and dredger Macpherson, a
real Scotchman and a Highlander."
"And he still wears the native costume?"
"No, thank heaven, he doesn't, for he is a shriveled up little man, of
whom neither his clan nor Walter Scott would be particularly proud.
And then we have, further, in the same house where this Macpherson
lives, an old surgeon by the name of Beza, in reality only a barber.
He comes from Lisbon, the same place that the famous general De Meza
comes from. Meza, Beza; you can hear the national relationship. And
then we have, up the river by the quay, where the ships lie, a
goldsmith by the name of Stedingk, who is descended from an old
Swedish family; indeed, I believe there are counts of the empire by
that name. Further, and with this man I will close for the present, we
have good old Dr. Hannemann, who of course is a Dane, and was a long
time in Iceland, has even written a book on the last eruption of
Hekla, or Krabla."
"Why, that is magnificent, Geert. It is like having six novels that
one can never finish reading. At first it sounds commonplace, but
afterward seems quite out of the ordinary. And then you must also have
people, simply because it is a seaport, who are not mere surgeons or
barbers or anything of the sort. You must also have captains, some
flying Dutchman or other, or--"
"You are quite right. We even have a captain who was once a pirate
among the Black Flags."
"I don't know what you mean. What are Black Flags?"
"They are people away off in Tonquin and the South Sea--But since he
has been back among men he has resumed the best kind of manners and is
quite entertaining."
"I should be afraid of him nevertheless."
"You don't need to be, at any time, not even when I am out in the
country or at the Prince's for tea, for along with everything else
that we have, we have, thank heaven, also Rollo."
"Rollo?"
"Yes, Bollo. The name makes you think of the Norman Duke, provided you
have ever heard Niemeyer or Jahnke speak of him. Our Rollo has
somewhat the same character. But he is only a Newfoundland dog, a most
beautiful animal, that loves me and will love you, too. For Rollo is a
connoisseur. So long as you have him about you, you are safe, and
nothing can get at you, neither a live man nor a dead one. But just
see the moon over yonder. Isn't it beautiful?"
[Illustration: _Permission F Bruckmann A -G, Munich_
DIVINE SERVICE IN THE WOODS AT KOSEN ADOLPH VON MENZEL]
Effi, who had been leaning back quietly absorbed, drinking in every
word, half timorously, half eagerly, now sat erect and looked out to
the right, where the moon had just risen behind a white mass of
clouds, which quickly floated by. Copper-colored hung the great disk
behind a clump of alders and shed its light upon the expanse of water
into which the Kessine here widens out. Or perhaps it might be looked
upon as one of the fresh-water lakes connected with the Baltic Sea.
Effi was stupefied. "Yes, you are right, Geert, how beautiful! But at
the same time there is something uncanny about it. In Italy I never
had such a sensation, not even when we were going over from Mestre to
Venice. There, too, we had water and swamps and moonlight, and I
thought the bridge would break. But it was not so spooky. What is the
cause of it, I wonder? Can it be the northern latitude?"
Innstetten laughed. "We are here seventy-five miles further north than
in Hohen-Cremmen, and you have still a while to wait before we come to
the first polar bear. I think you are nervous from the long journey
and the Panorama, not to speak of the story of the Chinaman."
"Why, you didn't tell me any story."
"No, I only mentioned him. But a Chinaman is in himself a story."
"Yes," she laughed.
"In any case you will soon recover. Do you see the little house yonder
with the light? It is a blacksmith's shop. There the road bends. And
when we have passed the bend you will be able to see the tower of
Kessin, or to be more exact, the two."
"Has it two?"
"Yes, Kessin is picking up. It now has a Catholic church also."
A half hour later the carriage stopped at the district councillor's
residence, which stood clear at the opposite end of the city. It was a
simple, rather old-fashioned, frame-house with plaster between the
timbers, and stood facing the main street, which led to the sea-baths,
while its gable looked down upon a grove, between the city limits and
the dunes, which was called the "Plantation." Furthermore this
old-fashioned frame-house was only Innstetten's private residence,
not the real district councillor's office. The latter stood diagonally
across the street.
It was not necessary for Kruse to announce their arrival with three
cracks of his whip. The servants had long been watching at the doors
and windows for their master and mistress, and even before the
carriage stopped all the inmates of the house were grouped upon the
stone doorstep, which took up the whole width of the sidewalk. In
front of them was Rollo, who, the moment the carriage stopped, began
to circle around it. Innstetten first of all helped his young wife to
alight. Then, offering her his arm, he walked with a friendly bow past
the servants, who promptly turned and followed him into the
entrance-hall, which was furnished with splendid old wardrobes and
cases standing around the walls. The housemaid, a pretty girl, no
longer very young, whose stately plumpness was almost as becoming to
her as the neat little cap on her blonde head, helped her mistress
take off her muff and cloak, and was just stooping down to take off
her fur-lined rubber shoes. But before she had time to make a
beginning, Innstetten said: "I suppose the best thing will be for me
to introduce to you right here all the occupants of our house, with
the exception of Mrs. Kruse, who does not like to be seen, and who, I
presume, is holding her inevitable black chicken again." Everybody
smiled. "But never mind Mrs. Kruse. Here is my old Frederick, who was
with me when I was at the university. Good times then, weren't they,
Frederick?--This is Johanna, a fellow countrywoman of yours, if you
count those who come from the region of Pasewalk as full-fledged
Brandenburgians; and this is Christel, to whom we trust our bodily
welfare every noon and evening, and who knows how to cook, I can
assure you.--And this is Rollo. Well, Rollo, how goes it?"
Rollo seemed only to have waited for this special greeting, for the
moment he heard his name he gave a bark for joy, stood up on his hind
legs and laid his forepaws on his master's shoulders.
"That will do, Rollo, that will do. But look here; this is my wife. I
have told her about you and said that you were a beautiful animal and
would protect her." Hereupon Rollo ceased fawning and sat down in
front of Innstetten, looking up curiously at the young wife. And when
she held out her hand to him he frisked around her.
During this introduction scene Effi had found time to look about. She
was enchanted, so to speak, by everything she saw, and at the same
time dazzled by the abundant light. In the forepart of the hall were
burning four or five wall lights, the reflectors themselves very
primitive, simply of tin-plate, which, however, only improved the
light and heightened the splendor. Two astral lamps with red shades, a
wedding present from Niemeyer, stood on a folding table between two
oak cupboards. On the front of the table was the tea service, with the
little lamp under the kettle already lighted. There were, beside
these, many, many other things, some of them very queer. From one side
of the hall to the other ran three beams, dividing the ceiling into
sections. From the front one was suspended a ship under full sail,
high quarter-deck, and cannon ports, while farther toward the front
door a gigantic fish seemed to be swimming in the air. Effi took her
umbrella, which she still held in her hand, and pushed gently against
the monster, so that it set up a slow rocking motion.
"What is that, Geert?" she asked.
"That is a shark."
"And that thing, clear at the end of the hall, that looks like a huge
cigar in front of a tobacco store?"
"That is a young crocodile. But you can look at all these things
better and more in detail tomorrow. Come now and let us take a cup of
tea. For in spite of shawls and rugs you must have been chilled.
Toward the last it was bitter cold."
He offered Effi his arm and the two maids retired. Only Frederick and
Rollo followed the master of the house as he took his wife into his
sitting room and study. Effi was as much surprised here as she had
been in the hall, but before she had time to say anything, Innstetten
drew back a portiere, which disclosed a second, larger room looking
out on the court and garden. "Now this, Effi, is your room. Frederick
and Johanna have tried to arrange it the best they could in accordance
with my orders. I find it quite tolerable and should be happy if you
liked it, too."
She withdrew her arm from his and stood up on her tip-toes to give him
a hearty kiss. "Poor little thing that I am, how you do spoil me! This
grand piano! and this rug! Why, I believe it is Turkish. And the bowl
with the little fishes, and the flower table besides! Luxuries,
everywhere I look."
"Ah, my dear Effi, you will have to put up with that. It is to be
expected when one is young and pretty and amiable. And I presume the
inhabitants of Kessin have already found out about you, heaven knows
from what source. For of the flower table, at least, I am innocent.
Frederick, where did the flower table come from?"
"Apothecary Gieshübler. There is a card on it."
"Ah, Gieshübler, Alonzo Gieshübler," said Innstetten, laughingly and
almost boisterously handing the card with the foreign-sounding first
name to Effi. "Gieshübler. I forgot to tell you about him. Let me say
in passing that he bears the doctor's title, but does not like to be
addressed by it. He says it only vexes the real doctors, and I presume
he is right about that. Well, I think you will become acquainted with
him and that soon. He is our best number here, a bel-esprit and an
original, but especially a man of soul, which is after all the chief
thing. But enough of these things; let us sit down and drink our tea.
Where shall it be? Here in your room or over there in mine! There is
no other choice. Snug and tiny is my cabin."
Without hesitating she sat down on a little corner sofa. "Let us stay
here today; you will be my guest today. Or let us say, rather: Tea
regularly in my room, breakfast in yours. Then each will secure his
rights, and I am curious to know where I shall like it best."
"That will be a morning and evening question."
"Certainly. But the way it is put, or better, our attitude toward it,
is the important thing."
With that she laughed and cuddled up to him and was about to kiss his
hand.
"No, Effi, for heaven's sake, don't do that. It is not my desire to be
a person looked up to with awe and respect. I am, for the inhabitants
of Kessin, but for you I am--"
"What, pray?"
"Ah, let that pass. Far be it from me to say what."