faints. Truly, at the time this history
was
written, in ourgood
land of Hungary, this very garment played a serious part, since it wasthe shibbolethand
visible sign offidelityto the governingpowers,and
ofsubmissionto the mediators; in truth, ever since those days the "leg of the boot" has been worn. So itcame
to pass that Mrs.Liese wore this thing, the only one of the kind to be seen inthe castle. Liese, also,was
allowedto drink wine,and
tosmoke
tobacco, and, needless to say, she did both.Fraulein Emerenzia, the countess's companion, was, sotospeak, the exact counterpartof her noble mistress.
The
countesswas
talland
slender; shehad
a whiteskin, her features were sharp, her nose almost transparent, her lips, scarlet in color, were shaped like abow
; her cadaverous form bent forward; her eyelids fell over her lack-lustre eyes, her face appeared to have two sides which didn't belong to one another, each halfhaving a totally different expression; even the wrinkles didn't correspond. She wore her hair as itwas worn
in the days of her youth, as it wasworn when
Caroline Piawas
married,and
as it is possibleit willbeworn
again.Her hands
werefine, transparent; they were not strongenough
to cut the leaves of abook
with a paper-knife.Her
whole beingwas
nervelessand
sensitive.At
the slightestnoise shewouldshriek,beseizedwitha cramp, or go off in hysterics.She had
certain antipathies to beasts, flowers, air, food, motion,and
emotion.At
the sight ofa catshewas readyto faint; ifshesaw
a flesh-colored flower her blood grew excited. Silver gave everything an unpleasant taste, so her spoons were all of gold. Ifanywomen
crossedtheir legs she sentthem
out of the room. If the spoons, knives, or forks were byaccident laid crosswise on the table, shewould notOJ
sit
down
;and
if shewere to see velveton
any of her attendants shewas
thrown into a nervous attack, from the bare ideathatperhaps herhand
mightcome
in con-tact with this electricand
antipathetic substance.Fortunately forherhousehold her nervous fearskept her quiet at night. She locked
and
double-locked the doorof herroom,and
neveropened
ituntilthemorning came
no, not ifthe house were burningover her head.Fraulein Emerenziawas, as
we
have before said, the counterpart of hermistress,in so farthat she affected a close imitation of her ways, for in her appearance shewas
a direct contrast,Emerenzia
being a round, short,fat
woman,
with a full face, the skin of whichwas
so tightly stretched that itwas
almost as white as the countess's; shehad
a snub nose, which in secretwas
addicted to the vice of snuff-taking.Her
dressand
hermanner
of doingher hairwere identicalwith the count-ess'sfashion in each, only that the stiff-set clotheshad
on her smallbody
ahumorous
expression.She
affected to be as nerveless as the countess; herhands
were asweak
they could notbreak a chicken bone.Her
eyes were as sensitive to light, her antipathieswere as nu-merous,and
shewas
as prone to faintsand
hysterics as her patroness. In this direction, indeed, she went fur-ther.So
soon as sheobserved that therewas
any causefor emotional display, she set
up
tremblingand
scream-ing,
and
so got the start of the countess,and
generallymanaged
to sob for a minute longer; andwhen
Theu-delinde fell faintingupon
one sofa Emerenzia droppedlifeless
upon
another; likewise, she tooklongercoming
to than did hermistress.
At
night Emerenzia slept pro-foundly.Her room was
only separatedfrom that of the countessbyanante-chamber, butTheudelinde mightteardown
allthe bells in thecastlewithout waking hercom-68 BLACK
DIAMONDS
panion,
who
maintained that her sleepwas a species of nervous trance.One man
onlywas
ever allowed entrance into the Castle of Bondavara.What do we
say? no man,no
masciilinum.
The
language ofdogma
has defined thatthepriestisneutriusgeneris, is
more and
lessthan abeing ofthe malesex; bodilyhe canbe no man's father,spir-itually he is father of thousands.
No
one need think hewill here read any calumnies against the priesthood.The
pastorMahok
was a brave, honestman
; he saidmass
devoutly, baptized, married, buriedwhen
called upon, would getup
in the middle ofthe night to attend the death-bedof a parishioner,and
would nevergrumbleat the sacristan for waking
him
out of his first sleep.The
pastorwroteno
articlesinthe Church News,neither did he ever read one. If he wanted a newspaper he borrowed from the steward the dailypaper.When
his clerkcollected Peter'spence, PastorMahok
sentitwith an additional gulden or two to the office of the chief priest; but thisdid not preventhim
sittingdown
in the evening to play"tarok" with the Lutheran pastorand
the infidel steward.He
held to havingagood
cellar; he had awhole familyof beesin his garden,and
was a successful cultivator of fruit. In politics hewas
aloy-alist, and confessed he belonged to the middle party, which in the country
means
just this,and no more,"We
rote forthe tobacco monopoly, but
we smoke
virginto-bacco because it is
good and we
have it."From
this accounteveryonewill understandthat dur-ing the course of this narrative this excellent gentlemanwill offend no one.
We
would, in fact, havenothingto say tohim
were it not that hecame
every day,punctu-allyat eleven o'clock, to
Bondavara
Castle to hear the countess's confession,and
that done, he remained to69 dinner,
and
in both directions he honestly earned his small honorarium.There
was a general airof satisfac-tion in his whole appearance, in his double chin, in his fresh color, in hisround, shining face.To-day
the excellentman
was punctual.The
count-ess, however,was
not. Just as eleven o'clock struck, the spiritualman knocked
at the door of the sitting-room.Only
the voice of Emerenzia answered, "Come
in!"
The
smile ofgreeting on the countenance of the vis-itor wasreflected on that of thecompanion. Itwas
the meetingoftwo full moons."The
countess is still locked in her room,"Emeren-zia said in a whisper, as if afraid that her voice could penetrate intothe third room.
The
pastor expressed byamovement
of hishand and
an elevation of his eyebrows that the sleep of the justwas
not to bedisturbed.The good man
was not aware that itwas
the toilette ofthejust thatwas
then in prog-ress.These
mysterieswere conducted bythecountessin private.
No
one, not even a faithful maid, was ad-mitted until Theudelinde was clothed, and for this rea-son hergarments weremade
to closein front.The
priestmade
use of this unexpected delay to search in the pocket of his coat, and todraw
from thence r_ mysterious something, which,afterfirst casting a lookround the room, tomake
sureno
one was spying on him, he pressed into the fathand
of the countess's companion,who
hastily concealed this surreptitious something in the depths of the pocket of her dress, ex-pressing her gratitude by a friendly nod, which the pas-torreturned by acourteousmovement
which expressed,"