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it　certainly　did　no　harm　to　the　subject　of　expectation　that　I　had

been　warned　to　look　for　so　much。　　The　warning；　at　any　rate；　put　me

on　the　lookout　for　whatever　eminence　there　might　be　of　grandeur　in

his　personal　appearance；　while；　on　the　other　hand；　this　existed　in

such　excess；　so　far　transcending　anything　I　had　ever　met　with　in　my

experience；　that　no　expectation　which　it　is　in　words　to　raise　could

have　been　disappointed。



These　thoughts　traveled　with　the　rapidity　of　light　through　my

brain；　as　at　one　glance　my　eye　took　in　the　supremacy　of　beauty　and

power　which　seemed　to　have　alighted　from　the　clouds　before　me。

Power；　and　the　contemplation　of　power；　in　any　absolute　incarnation

of　grandeur　or　excess；　necessarily　have　the　instantaneous　effect　of

quelling　all　perturbation。　　My　composure　was　restored　in　a　moment。

I　looked　steadily　at　him。　　We　both　bowed。　　And；　at　the　moment　when

he　raised　his　head　from　that　inclination；　I　caught　the　glance　of

his　eye；　an　eye　such　as　might　have　been　looked　for　in　a　face　of

such　noble　lineaments





　　　　　〃Blending　the　nature　of　the　star

　　　　　　With　that　of　summer　skies；〃





and；　therefore；　meant　by　nature　for　the　residence　and　organ　of

serene　and　gentle　emotions；　but　it　surprised；　and　at　the　same　time

filled　me　more　almost　with　consternation　than　with　pity；　to　observe

that　in　those　eyes　a　light　of　sadness　had　settled　more　profound

than　seemed　possible　for　youth；　or　almost　commensurate　to　a　human

sorrow；　a　sadness　that　might　have　become　a　Jewish　prophet；　when

laden　with　inspirations　of　woe。



Two　months　had　now　passed　away　since　the　arrival　of　Mr。　Wyndham。

He　had　been　universally　introduced　to　the　superior　society　of　the

place；　and；　as　I　need　hardly　say；　universally　received　with　favor

and　distinction。　　In　reality；　his　wealth　and　importance；　his

military　honors；　and　the　dignity　of　his　character；　as　expressed　in

his　manners　and　deportment；　were　too　eminent　to　allow　of　his　being

treated　with　less　than　the　highest　attention　in　any　society

whatever。　　But　the　effect　of　these　various　advantages；　enforced　and

recommended　as　they　were　by　a　personal　beauty　so　rare；　was　somewhat

too　potent　for　the　comfort　and　self…possession　of　ordinary　people；

and　really　exceeded　in　a　painful　degree　the　standard　of　pretensions

under　which　such　people　could　feel　themselves　at　their　ease。　　He

was　not　naturally　of　a　reserved　turn；　far　from　it。　　His　disposition

had　been　open；　frank；　and　confiding；　originally；　and　his　roving；

adventurous　life；　of　which　considerably　more　than　one　half　had　been

passed　in　camps；　had　communicated　to　his　manners　a　more　than

military　frankness。　　But　the　profound　melancholy　which　possessed

him；　from　whatever　cause　it　arose；　necessarily　chilled　the　native

freedom　of　his　demeanor；　unless　when　it　was　revived　by　strength　of

friendship　or　of　love。　　The　effect　was　awkward　and　embarrassing　to

all　parties。　　Every　voice　paused　or　faltered　when　he　entered　a

roomdead　silence　ensuednot　an　eye　but　was　directed　upon　him；　or

else；　sunk　in　timidity；　settled　upon　the　floor；　and　young　ladies

seriously　lost　the　power；　for　a　time；　of　doing　more　than　murmuring

a　few　confused；　half…inarticulate　syllables；　or　half…inarticulate

sounds。　　The　solemnity；　in　fact；　of　a　first　presentation；　and　the

utter　impossibility　of　soon　recovering　a　free；　unembarrassed

movement　of　conversation；　made　such　scenes　really　distressing　to

all　who　participated　in　them；　either　as　actors　or　spectators。

Certainly　this　result　was　not　a　pure　effect　of　manly　beauty；

however　heroic；　and　in　whatever　excess；　it　arose　in　part　from　the

many　and　extraordinary　endowments　which　had　centered　in　his　person；

not　less　from　fortune　than　from　nature；　in　part　also；　as　I　have

said；　from　the　profound　sadness　and　freezing　gravity　of　Mr。

Wyndham's　manner；　but　still　more　from　the　perplexing　mystery　which

surrounded　that　sadness。



Were　there；　then；　no　exceptions　to　this　condition　of　awestruck

admiration？　　Yes；　one　at　least　there　was　in　whose　bosom　the　spell

of　all…conquering　passion　soon　thawed　every　trace　of　icy　reserve。

While　the　rest　of　the　world　retained　a　dim　sentiment　of　awe　toward

Mr。　Wyndham；　Margaret　Liebenheim　only　heard　of　such　a　feeling　to

wonder　that　it　could　exist　toward　HIM。　　Never　was　there　so

victorious　a　conquest　interchanged　between　two　youthful　hearts

never　before　such　a　rapture　of　instantaneous　sympathy。　　I　did　not

witness　the　first　meeting　of　this　mysterious　Maximilian　and　this

magnificent　Margaret；　and　do　not　know　whether　Margaret　manifested

that　trepidation　and　embarrassment　which　distressed　so　many　of　her

youthful　co…rivals；　but；　if　she　did；　it　must　have　fled　before　the

first　glance　of　the　young　man's　eye；　which　would　interpret；　past

all　misunderstanding；　the　homage　of　his　soul　and　the　surrender　of

his　heart。　　Their　third　meeting　I　DID　see；　and　there　all　shadow　of

embarrassment　had　vanished；　except；　indeed；　of　that　delicate

embarrassment　which　clings　to　impassioned　admiration。　　On　the　part

of　Margaret；　it　seemed　as　if　a　new　world　had　dawned　upon　her　that

she　had　not　so　much　as　suspected　among　the　capacities　of　human

experience。　　Like　some　bird　she　seemed；　with　powers　unexercised　for

soaring　and　flying；　not　understood　even　as　yet；　and　that　never

until　now　had　found　an　element　of　air　capable　of　sustaining　her

wings；　or　tempting　her　to　put　forth　her　buoyant　instincts。　　He；　on

the　other　hand；　now　first　found　the　realization　of　his　dreams；　and

for　a　mere　possibility　which　he　had　long　too　deeply　contemplated；

fearing；　however；　that　in　his　own　case　it　might　prove　a　chimera；　or

that　he　might　never　meet　a　woman　answering　the　demands　of　his

heart；　he　now　found　a　corresponding　reality　that　left　nothing　to

seek。



Here；　then；　and　thus　far；　nothing　but　happiness　had　resulted　from

the　new　arrangement。　　But；　if　this　had　been　little　anticipated　by

many；　far　less　had　I；　for　my　part；　anticipated　the　unhappy

revolution　which　was　wrought　in　the　whole　nature　of　Ferdinand　von

Harrelstein。　　He　was　the　son　of　a　German　baron；　a　man　of　good

family；　but　of　small　estate　who　had　been　pretty　nearly　a　soldier　of

fortune　in　the　Prussian　service；　and　had；　late　in　life；　won

sufficient　favor　with　the　king　and　other　military　superiors；　to

have　an　early　prospect　of　obtaining　a　commission；　under　flattering

auspices；　for　this　only　sona　son　endeared　to　him　as　the　companion

of　unprosperous　years；　and　as　a　dutifully　affectionate　child。

Ferdinand　had　yet　another　hold　upon　his　father's　affections：　his

features　preserved　to　the　baron's　unclouded　remembrance　a　most

faithful　and　living　memorial　of　that　angelic　wife　who　had　died　in

giving　birth　to　this　third　childthe　only　one　who　had　long

survived　her。　　Anxious　that　his　son　should　go　through　a　regular

course　of　mathematical　instruction；　now　becoming　annually　more

important　in　all　the　artillery　services　throughout　Europe；　and　that

he　should　receive　a　tincture　of　other　liberal　studies　which　he　had

painfully　missed　in　his　own　military　career；　the　baron　chose　to

keep　his　son　for　the　last　seven　years　at　our　college；　until　he　was

now　entering　upon　his　twenty…third　year。　　For　the　four　last　he　had

lived　with　me　as　the　sole　pupil　whom　I　had；　or　meant　to　have；　had

not　the　brilliant　proposals　of　the　young　Russian　guardsman

persuaded　me　to　break　my　resolution。　　Ferdinand　von　Harrelstein　had

good　talents；　not　dazzling　but　respectable；　and　so　amiable　were　his

temper　and　manners　that　I　had　introduced　him　everywhere；　and

everywhere　he　was　a　favorite；　and　everywhere；　indeed；　except

exactly　there　where　only　in　this　world　he　cared　for　favor。

Margaret　Liebenheim；　she　it　was　whom　he　loved；　and　had　loved　for

years；　with　the　whole　ardor　of　his　ardent　soul；　she　it　was　for

whom；　or　at　whose　command；　he　would　willingly　have　died。　　Early　he

had　felt　that　in　her　hands　lay　his　destiny；　that　she　it　was　who

must　be　his　good　or　his　evil　genius。



At　first；　and　perhaps　to　the　last；　I　pitied　him　exceedingly。　　But

my　pity　soon　ceased　to　be　mingled　with　respect。　　Before　the　arrival

of　Mr。　Wyndham　he　had　shown　himself　generous；　indeed　magnanimous。

But　never　was　there　so　painful　an　overthrow　of　a　noble　nature　as

manifested　itself　in　him。　　I　believe　that　he　had　not　himself

suspected　the　strength　of　his　passion；　and　the　sole　resource　for

him；　as　I　said　often；　was　to　quit　the　cityto　engage　in　active

pursuits　of　enterprise；　of　ambition；　or　of　science。　　But　he　heard

me　as　a　somnambulist　might　have　heard　medreaming　with　his　eyes

open。　　Sometimes　he　had　fits　of　reverie；　starting；　fearful；

agitated；　sometimes　he　broke　out　into　maniacal　movements　of　wrath；

invoking　some　absent　person；　praying；　beseeching；　menacing　some

air…wove　phantom；　sometimes　he　slunk　into　solitary　corners；

muttering　to　himself；　and　with　gestures　sorrowfully　significant；　or

with　tones　and　fragments　of　expostulation　that　moved　the　most

callous　to　compassion。　　Still　he　turned　a　deaf　ear　to　the　only

pra