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  CHAPTERI。

  ItwasatHomburg,severalyearsago,beforethegaminghadbeensuppressed。Theeveningwasverywarm,andalltheworldwasgatheredontheterraceoftheKursaalandtheesplanadebelowittolistentotheexcellentorchestra;orhalftheworld,rather,forthecrowdwasequallydenseinthegaming—roomsaroundthetables。

  Everywherethecrowdwasgreat。Thenightwasperfect,theseasonwasatitsheight,theopenwindowsoftheKursaalsentlongshaftsofunnaturallightintotheduskywoods,andnowandthen,intheintervalsofthemusic,onemightalmostheartheclinkofthenapoleonsandthemetalliccallofthecroupiersriseabovethewatchingsilenceofthesaloons。Ihadbeenstrollingwithafriend,andweatlastpreparedtositdown。Chairs,however,werescarce。

  Ihadcapturedone,butitseemednoeasymattertofindamateforit。Iwasonthepointofgivingupindespair,andproposinganadjournmenttothesilkenottomansoftheKursaal,whenIobservedayoungmanloungingbackononeoftheobjectsofmyquest,withhisfeetsupportedontheroundsofanother。Thiswasmorethanhisshareofluxury,andIpromptlyapproachedhim。Heevidentlybelongedtotheracewhichhasthecreditofknowingbest,athomeandabroad,howtomakeitselfcomfortable;butsomethinginhisappearancesuggestedthathispresentattitudewastheresultofinadvertenceratherthanofegotism。Hewasstaringattheconductoroftheorchestraandlisteningintentlytothemusic。Hishandswerelockedroundhislonglegs,andhismouthwashalfopen,withratherafoolishair。\"Therearesofewchairs,\"Isaid,\"thatImustbegyoutosurrenderthissecondone。\"Hestarted,stared,blushed,pushedthechairawaywithawkwardalacrity,andmurmuredsomethingaboutnothavingnoticedthathehadit。

  \"Whatanodd—lookingyouth!\"saidmycompanion,whohadwatchedme,asIseatedmyselfbesideher。

  \"Yes,heisodd—looking;butwhatisodderstillisthatIhaveseenhimbefore,thathisfaceisfamiliartome,andyetthatIcan’tplacehim。\"TheorchestrawasplayingthePrayerfromDerFreischutz,butWeber’slovelymusiconlydeepenedtheblankofmemory。Whothedeucewashe?where,when,how,hadIknownhim?Itseemedextraordinarythatafaceshouldbeatoncesofamiliarandsostrange。Wehadourbacksturnedtohim,sothatIcouldnotlookathimagain。Whenthemusicceasedweleftourplaces,andIwenttoconsignmyfriendtohermammaontheterrace。Inpassing,Isawthatmyyoungmanhaddeparted;IconcludedthatheonlystrikinglyresembledsomeoneIknew。Butwhointheworldwasitheresembled?

  Theladieswentofftotheirlodgings,whichwerenearby,andI

  turnedintothegaming—roomsandhoveredaboutthecircleatroulette。GraduallyIfilteredthroughtotheinneredge,nearthetable,and,lookinground,sawmypuzzlingfriendstationedoppositetome。Hewaswatchingthegame,withhishandsinhispockets;butsingularlyenough,nowthatIobservedhimatmyleisure,thelookoffamiliarityquitefadedfromhisface。Whathadmadeuscallhisappearanceoddwashisgreatlengthandleannessoflimb,hislong,whiteneck,hisblue,prominenteyes,andhisingenuous,unconsciousabsorptioninthescenebeforehim。Hewasnothandsome,certainly,buthelookedpeculiarlyamiableandifhisovertwondermentsavouredatrifleofrurality,itwasanagreeablecontrasttothehard,inexpressivemasksabouthim。Hewastheverdantoffshoot,Isaidtomyself,ofsomeancient,rigidstem;hehadbeenbroughtupinthequietestofhomes,andhewashavinghisfirstglimpseoflife。I

  wascurioustoseewhetherhewouldputanythingonthetable;heevidentlyfeltthetemptation,butheseemedparalysedbychronicembarrassment。Hestoodgazingatthechinkingcomplexityoflossesandgains,shakinghisloosegoldinhispocket,andeverynowandthenpassinghishandnervouslyoverhiseyes。

  Mostofthespectatorsweretooattentivetotheplaytohavemanythoughtsforeachother;butbeforelongInoticedaladywhoevidentlyhadaneyeforherneighboursaswellasforthetable。

  Shewasseatedabouthalf—waybetweenmyfriendandme,andI

  presentlyobservedthatshewastryingtocatchhiseye。ThoughatHomburg,aspeoplesaid,\"onecouldneverbesure,\"Iyetdoubtedwhetherthisladywereoneofthosewhoseespecialvocationitwastocatchagentleman’seye。Shewasyouthfulratherthanelderly,andprettyratherthanplain;indeed,afewminuteslater,whenIsawhersmile,Ithoughtherwonderfullypretty。Shehadacharminggrayeyeandagooddealofyellowhairdisposedinpicturesquedisorder;andthoughherfeaturesweremeagreandhercomplexionfaded,shegaveoneasenseofsentimental,artificialgracefulness。Shewasdressedinwhitemuslinverymuchpuffedandfilled,butatrifletheworseforwear,relievedhereandtherebyapaleblueribbon。Iusedtoflattermyselfonguessingatpeople’snationalitybytheirfaces,and,asarule,Iguessedaright。Thisfaded,crumpled,vaporousbeauty,Iconceived,wasaGerman——suchaGerman,somehow,asIhadseenimaginedinliterature。Wasshenotafriendofpoets,acorrespondentofphilosophers,amuse,apriestessofaesthetics——

  somethinginthewayofaBettina,aRahel?Myconjectures,however,werespeedilymergedinwondermentastowhatmydiffidentfriendwasmakingofher。Shecaughthiseyeatlast,andraisinganunglovedhand,coveredaltogetherwithblue—gemmedrings——turquoises,sapphires,andlapis——shebeckonedhimtocometoher。Thegesturewasexecutedwithasortofpractisedcoolness,andaccompaniedwithanappealingsmile。Hestaredamoment,ratherblankly,unabletosupposethattheinvitationwasaddressedtohim;then,asitwasimmediatelyrepeatedwithagooddealofintensity,heblushedtotherootsofhishair,waveredawkwardly,andatlastmadehiswaytothelady’schair。Bythetimehereachedithewascrimson,andwipinghisforeheadwithhispocket—handkerchief。Shetiltedback,lookedupathimwiththesamesmile,laidtwofingersonhissleeve,andsaidsomething,interrogatively,towhichherepliedbyashakeofthehead。Shewasaskinghim,evidently,ifhehadeverplayed,andhewassayingno。Oldplayershaveafancythatwhenluckhasturnedherbackonthemtheycanputherintogood—humouragainbyhavingtheirstakesplacedbyanovice。Ouryoungman’sphysiognomyhadseemedtohisnewacquaintancetoexpresstheperfectionofinexperience,and,likeapracticalwoman,shehaddeterminedtomakehimserveherturn。Unlikemostofherneighbours,shehadnolittlepileofgoldbeforeher,butshedrewfromherpocketadoublenapoleon,putitintohishand,andbadehimplaceitonanumberofhisownchoosing。Hewasevidentlyfilledwithasortofdelightfultrouble;heenjoyedtheadventure,butheshrankfromthehazard。I

  wouldhavestakedthecoinonitsbeinghiscompanion’slast;foralthoughshestillsmiledintentlyasshewatchedhishesitation,therewasanythingbutindifferenceinherpale,prettyface。

  Suddenly,indesperation,hereachedoverandlaidthepieceonthetable。Myattentionwasdivertedatthismomentbymyhavingtomakewayforaladywithagreatmanyflounces,beforeme,togiveupherchairtoarustlingfriendtowhomshehadpromisedit;whenIagainlookedacrossattheladyinwhitemuslin,shewasdrawinginaverygoodlypileofgoldwithherlittleblue—gemmedclaw。Goodluckandbad,attheHomburgtables,wereequallyundemonstrative,andthishappyadventuressrewardedheryoungfriendforthesacrificeofhisinnocencewithasingle,rapid,upwardsmile。Hehadinnocenceenoughleft,however,tolookroundthetablewithagleeful,consciouslaugh,inthemidstofwhichhiseyesencounteredmyown。

  Thensuddenlythefamiliarlookwhichhadvanishedfromhisfaceflickeredupunmistakably;itwastheboyishlaughofaboyhood’sfriend。StupidfellowthatIwas,IhadbeenlookingatEugenePickering!

  ThoughIlingeredonforsometimelongerhefailedtorecogniseme。

  Recognition,Ithink,hadkindledasmileinmyownface;but,lessfortunatethanhe,Isupposemysmilehadceasedtobeboyish。Nowthatluckhadfacedaboutagain,hiscompanionplayedforherself——

  playedandwon,handoverhand。Atlastsheseemeddisposedtorestonhergains,andproceededtoburytheminthefoldsofhermuslin。

  Pickeringhadstakednothingforhimself,butashesawherpreparetowithdrawheofferedheradoublenapoleonandbeggedhertoplaceit。Sheshookherheadwithgreatdecision,andseemedtobidhimputitupagain;buthe,stillblushingagooddeal,pressedherwithawkwardardour,andsheatlasttookitfromhim,lookedathimamomentfixedly,andlaiditonanumber。Amomentlaterthecroupierwasrakingitin。Shegavetheyoungmanalittlenodwhichseemedtosay,\"Itoldyouso;\"heglancedroundthetableagainandlaughed;sheleftherchair,andhemadeawayforherthroughthecrowd。BeforegoinghomeItookaturnontheterraceandlookeddownontheesplanade。Thelampswereout,butthewarmstarlightvaguelyilluminedadozenfiguresscatteredincouples。Oneofthesefigures,Ithought,wasaladyinawhitedress。

  IhadnointentionoflettingPickeringgowithoutremindinghimofouroldacquaintance。Hehadbeenaverysingularboy,andIwascurioustoseewhathadbecomeofhissingularity。Ilookedforhimthenextmorningattwoorthreeofthehotels,andatlastI

  discoveredhiswhereabouts。Buthewasout,thewaitersaid;hehadgonetowalkanhourbefore。Iwentmyway,confidentthatIshouldmeethimintheevening。ItwastherulewiththeHomburgworldtospenditseveningsattheKursaal,andPickering,apparently,hadalreadydiscoveredagoodreasonfornotbeinganexception。OneofthecharmsofHomburgisthefactthatofahotdayyoumaywalkaboutforawholeafternooninunbrokenshade。TheumbrageousgardensoftheKursaalminglewiththecharmingHardtwald,whichinturnmeltsawayintothewoodedslopesoftheTaunusMountains。TotheHardtwaldIbentmysteps,andstrolledforanhourthroughmossygladesandthestill,perpendiculargloomofthefir—woods。

  Suddenly,onthegrassymarginofaby—path,Icameuponayoungmanstretchedathislengthinthesun—checkeredshade,andkickinghisheelstowardsapatchofbluesky。Mystepwassonoiselessontheturfthat,beforehesawme,IhadtimetorecognisePickeringagain。

  Helookedasifhehadbeenloungingthereforsometime;hishairwastossedaboutasifhehadbeensleeping;onthegrassnearhim,besidehishatandstick,layasealedletter。Whenheperceivedmehejerkedhimselfforward,andIstoodlookingathimwithoutintroducingmyself——purposely,togivehimachancetorecogniseme。

  Heputonhisglasses,beingawkwardlynear—sighted,andstaredupatmewithanairofgeneraltrustfulness,butwithoutasignofknowingme。SoatlastIintroducedmyself。Thenhejumpedupandgraspedmyhands,andstaredandblushedandlaughed,andbeganadozenrandomquestions,endingwithademandastohowintheworldIhadknownhim。

  \"Why,youarenotchangedsoutterly,\"Isaid;\"andafterall,it’sbutfifteenyearssinceyouusedtodomyLatinexercisesforme。\"

  \"Notchanged,eh?\"heanswered,stillsmiling,andyetspeakingwithasortofingenuousdismay。

  ThenIrememberedthatpoorPickeringhadbeen,inthoseLatindays,avictimofjuvenileirony。Heusedtobringabottleofmedicinetoschoolandtakeadoseinaglassofwaterbeforelunch;andeverydayattwoo’clock,halfanhourbeforetherestofuswereliberated,anoldnursewithbushyeyebrowscameandfetchedhimawayinacarriage。Hisextremelyfaircomplexion,hisnurse,andhisbottleofmedicine,whichsuggestedavagueanalogywiththesleeping—potioninthetragedy,causedhimtobecalledJuliet。

  CertainlyRomeo’ssweethearthardlysufferedmore;shewasnot,atleast,astandingjokeinVerona。Rememberingthesethings,I

  hastenedtosaytoPickeringthatIhopedhewasstillthesamegoodfellowwhousedtodomyLatinforme。\"Wewerecapitalfriends,youknow,\"Iwenton,\"thenandafterwards。\"

  \"Yes,wewereverygoodfriends,\"hesaid,\"andthatmakesitthestrangerIshouldn’thaveknownyou。Foryouknow,asaboy,Ineverhadmanyfriends,norasamaneither。Yousee,\"headded,passinghishandoverhiseyes,\"Iamratherdazed,ratherbewilderedatfindingmyselfforthefirsttime——alone。\"Andhejerkedbackhisshouldersnervously,andthrewuphishead,asiftosettlehimselfinanunwontedposition。Iwonderedwhethertheoldnursewiththebushyeyebrowshadremainedattachedtohispersonuptoarecentperiod,anddiscoveredpresentlythat,virtuallyatleast,shehad。

  Wehadthewholesummerdaybeforeus,andwesatdownonthegrasstogetherandoverhauledouroldmemories。Itwasasifwehadstumbleduponanancientcupboardinsomeduskycorner,andrummagedoutaheapofchildishplaythings——tinsoldiersandtornstory—books,jack—knivesandChinesepuzzles。Thisiswhatwerememberedbetweenus。

  Hehadmadebutashortstayatschool——notbecausehewastormented,forhethoughtitsofinetobeatschoolatallthatheheldhistongueathomeaboutthesufferingsincurredthroughthemedicine—

  bottle,butbecausehisfatherthoughthewaslearningbadmanners。

  Thisheimpartedtomeinconfidenceatthetime,andIrememberhowitincreasedmyoppressiveaweofMr。Pickering,whohadappearedtomeinglimpsesasasortofhighpriestoftheproprieties。Mr。

  Pickeringwasawidower——afactwhichseemedtoproduceinhimasortofpreternaturalconcentrationofparentaldignity。Hewasamajesticman,withahookednose,akeendarkeye,verylargewhiskers,andnotionsofhisownastohowaboy——orhisboy,atanyrate——shouldbebroughtup。Firstandforemost,hewastobea\"gentleman\";whichseemedtomean,chiefly,thathewasalwaystowearamufflerandgloves,andbesenttobed,afterasupperofbreadandmilk,ateighto’clock。School—life,onexperiment,seemedhostiletotheseobservances,andEugenewastakenhomeagain,tobemouldedintourbanitybeneaththeparentaleye。Atutorwasprovidedforhim,andasingleselectcompanionwasprescribed。Thechoice,mysteriously,fellonme,bornasIwasunderquiteanotherstar;myparentswereappealedto,andIwasallowedforafewmonthstohavemylessonswithEugene。Thetutor,Ithink,musthavebeenratherasnob,forEugenewastreatedlikeaprince,whileIgotallthequestionsandtherapswiththeruler。AndyetIrememberneverbeingjealousofmyhappiercomrade,andstrikingup,forthetime,oneofthosefriendshipsofchildhood。Hehadawatchandaponyandagreatstoreofpicture—books,butmyenvyoftheseluxurieswastemperedbyavaguecompassionwhichleftmefreetobegenerous。I

  couldgoouttoplayalone,Icouldbuttonmyjacketmyself,andsituptillIwassleepy。PoorPickeringcouldnevertakeastepwithoutaskingleave,orspendhalfanhourinthegardenwithoutaformalreportofitwhenhecamein。Myparents,whohadnodesiretoseemeinoculatedwithimportunatevirtues,sentmebacktoschoolattheendofsixmonths。AfterthatIneversawEugene。Hisfatherwenttoliveinthecountry,toprotectthelad’smorals,andEugenefaded,inreminiscence,intoapaleimageofthedepressingeffectsofeducation。IthinkIvaguelysupposedthathewouldmeltintothinair,andindeedbegangraduallytodoubtofhisexistence,andtoregardhimasoneofthefoolishthingsoneceasedtobelieveinasonegrewolder。ItseemednaturalthatIshouldhavenomorenewsofhim。Ourpresentmeetingwasmyfirstassurancethathehadreallysurvivedallthatmufflingandcoddling。

  Iobservedhimnowwithagooddealofinterest,forhewasararephenomenon——thefruitofasystempersistentlyanduninterruptedlyapplied。Hestruckme,inafashion,ascertainyoungmonksIhadseeninItaly;hehadthesamecandid,unsophisticatedcloisterface。

  Hiseducationhadbeenreallyalmostmonastic。Ithadfoundhimevidentlyaverycompliant,yieldingsubject;hisgentleaffectionatespiritwasnotoneofthosethatneedtobebroken。Ithadbequeathedhim,nowthathestoodonthethresholdofthegreatworld,anextraordinaryfreshnessofimpressionandalertnessofdesire,andIconfessthat,asIlookedathimandmethistransparentblueeye,Itrembledfortheunwarnedinnocenceofsuchasoul。Ibecameaware,gradually,thattheworldhadalreadywroughtacertainworkuponhimandrousedhimtoarestless,troubledself—

  consciousness。Everythingabouthimpointedtoanexperiencefromwhichhehadbeendebarred;hiswholeorganismtrembledwithadawningsenseofunsuspectedpossibilitiesoffeeling。Thisappealingtremorwasindeedoutwardlyvisible。Hekeptshiftinghimselfaboutonthegrass,thrustinghishandsthroughhishair,wipingalightperspirationfromhisforehead,breakingouttosaysomethingandrushingofftosomethingelse。Oursuddenmeetinghadgreatlyexcitedhim,andIsawthatIwaslikelytoprofitbyacertainoverflowofsentimentalfermentation。Icoulddosowithagoodconscience,forallthistrepidationfilledmewithagreatfriendliness。

  \"It’snearlyfifteenyears,asyousay,\"hebegan,\"sinceyouusedtocallme’butter—fingers’foralwaysmissingtheball。That’salongtimetogiveanaccountof,andyettheyhavebeen,forme,sucheventless,monotonousyears,thatIcouldalmosttelltheirhistoryintenwords。You,Isuppose,havehadallkindsofadventuresandtravelledoverhalftheworld。Irememberyouhadaturnfordeedsofdaring;IusedtothinkyoualittleCaptainCookinroundabouts,forclimbingthegardenfencetogettheballwhenIhadletitflyover。Iclimbednofencesthenorsince。Youremembermyfather,I

  suppose,andthegreatcarehetookofme?Ilosthimsomefivemonthsago。Fromthoseboyishdaysuptohisdeathwewerealwaystogether。Idon’tthinkthatinfifteenyearswespenthalfadozenhoursapart。Welivedinthecountry,winterandsummer,seeingbutthreeorfourpeople。Ihadasuccessionoftutors,andalibrarytobrowseaboutin;IassureyouIamatremendousscholar。Itwasadulllifeforagrowingboy,andadullerlifeforayoungmangrown,butIneverknewit。Iwasperfectlyhappy。\"Hespokeofhisfatheratsomelength,andwitharespectwhichIprivatelydeclinedtoemulate。Mr。Pickeringhadbeen,tomysense,afrigidegotist,unabletoconceiveofanylargervocationforhissonthantostrivetoreproducesoirreproachableamodel。\"IknowIhavebeenstrangelybroughtup,\"saidmyfriend,\"andthattheresultissomethinggrotesque;butmyeducation,piecebypiece,indetail,becameoneofmyfather’spersonalhabits,asitwere。Hetookafancytoitatfirstthroughhisintenseaffectionformymotherandthesortofworshiphepaidhermemory。Shediedatmybirth,andasIgrewup,itseemsthatIboreanextraordinarylikenesstoher。

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