The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 05 eBook

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that my fiddle gave forth a tone, and the painter went on:  “There was a Countess here lately from Germany, who made inquiries in every nook and corner of Rome for those two painters and a young musician with a fiddle.”  “A young Countess from Germany!” I cried in an ecstasy.  “Was the Porter with her?” “Ah, that I do not know,” replied the painter.  “I saw her only once or twice at the house of one of her friends, who does not live in the city.  Do you know this face?” he went on, suddenly lifting the covering from a large picture standing in a corner.  In an instant I felt as we do when in a dark room the shutters are opened and the rising sun flashes in our eyes.  It was—­the lovely Lady fair!  She was standing in the garden, in a black velvet gown, lifting her veil from her face with one hand, and looking abroad over a distant and beautiful landscape.  The longer I looked the more vividly did it seem to be the castle garden, and the flowers and boughs waved in the wind, while in the depths of green I could see my little toll-house, and the high-road, and the Danube, and in the distance the blue mountains.

“’Tis she! ’tis she!” I exclaimed at last, and, seizing my hat, I ran out of the door and down the long staircase, while the astonished painter called after me to come back toward evening, and we might perhaps learn something more.

CHAPTER VIII

I ran in a great hurry through the city to present myself immediately at the house, in the garden of which the Lady fair had been singing yesterday evening.  The streets were full of people; gentlemen and ladies were enjoying the sunshine and exchanging greetings, elegant coaches rolled past, and the bells in all the towers were summoning to mass, making wondrous melody in the air above the heads of the swarming crowd.  I was intoxicated with delight, and with the hubbub, and ran on in my joy until at last I had no idea where I was.  It was like enchantment; the quiet Square with the fountain, and the garden and the house, seemed the fabric of a dream, which had vanished in the clear light of day.

I could not make any inquiries, for I did not know the name of the Square.  At last it began to be very sultry; the sun’s rays darted down upon the pavement like burning arrows, people crept into their houses, the blinds everywhere were closed, and the street became once more silent and dead.  I threw myself down in despair in front of a fine, large house with a balcony resting upon pillars and affording a deep shade, and surveyed, first the quiet city, which looked absolutely weird in its sudden noonday solitude, and anon the deep blue, perfectly cloudless sky, until, tired out, I fell asleep.  I dreamed that I was lying in a lonely green meadow near my native village; a warm summer rain was falling and glittering in the sun, which was just setting behind the mountains, and whenever the raindrops fell upon the grass they turned into beautiful, bright flowers, so that I was soon covered with them.

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