Part 6

Are you quite sure that it was a royal carriage?

Liddy.

Oh, one has an instinct for that sort of thing, mother. It comes to one in the cradle.

Frau v. Halldorf.

(_As_ Milly _yawns and sighs aloud._) Are you sleepy, dear?

Milly.

No, only tired. I'm always tired.

Frau v. Halldorf.

Well, that's just why we are at the Springs. Do as the princess does: take the waters religiously.

Milly.

The princess oughtn't to be climbing up such a steep hill either on a hot day like this.

Frau v. Halldorf (_more softly_).

Well, you know why we are taking all this trouble. If, by good luck, we should happen to meet the princess----

Liddy.

(_Who has been looking through the telescope._) Oh, there it is again!

Frau v. Halldorf (_eagerly_).

Where? Where? (_Takes_ Liddy's _place._)

Liddy.

It's just coming around the turn at the top.

Frau v. Halldorf.

Oh, now I see it! Why, there's no one inside!

Liddy.

Well, then she's coming up on foot.

Frau v. Halldorf (_to_ Milly).

See, the princess is coming up on foot, too. And she is just as anaemic as you are.

Milly.

If I were going to marry a grand-duke, and if I could have my own carriage driven along beside me, I wouldn't complain of having to walk either.

Frau v. Halldorf.

I can't see a thing now.

Liddy.

You have to turn the screw, mother.

Frau v. Halldorf.

I have been turning it right along, but the telescope won't move.

Liddy.

Let me try.

Struebel.

(_Who has been throwing little wads of paper at_ Rosa _during the preceding conversation._) What are they up to?

Liddy.

It seems to me that you've turned the screw too far, mother.

Frau v. Halldorf.

Well, what shall we do about it?

Struebel (_rising_).

Permit me to come to your aid, ladies. I've had some experience with these old screws.

Frau v. Halldorf.

Very kind indeed. (Struebel _busies himself with the instrument._)

Liddy.

Listen, mother. If the carriage has almost reached the top the princess can't be far off. Wouldn't it be best, then, to watch for them on the road?

Frau v. Halldorf.

Certainly, if you think that would be best, dear Liddy.

Struebel.

This is not only an old screw, but it's a regular perverted old screw!

Frau v. Halldorf.

Ah, really?--(_Aside to her daughters._) And if she should actually speak to us at this accidental meeting--and if we could present ourselves as the subjects of her noble fiance, and tell her that we live at her future home--just imagine what an advantage that would give us over the other women of the court!

Struebel.

There, ladies! We have now rescued the useful instrument to which the far-sightedness of mankind is indebted.

Frau V. Halldorf.

Thanks, so much.--Pardon me, sir, but have you heard anything about the report that the princess is going to make the journey up here to-day?

Struebel.

The princess? The Princess of the Springs? The Princess of the lonely villa? The Princess who is expected at the iron spring every morning, but who has never been seen by a living soul? Why, I am enormously interested. You wouldn't believe how much interested I am!

Liddy (_who has looked out, back_).

There--there--there--it is!

Frau v. Halldorf.

The carriage?

Liddy.

It's reached the top already. It is stopping over there at the edge of the woods.

Frau v. Halldorf.

She will surely enter it there, then. Come quickly, my dear children, so that it will look quite accidental.--Here is your money. (_She throws a coin to_ Rosa _and unwraps a small package done up in tissue paper which she has brought with her._) Here is a bouquet for you and here's one for you. You are to present these to the princess.

Milly.

So that it will look quite accidental--oh, yes! (_All three go out._)

Struebel.

Good heavens! Could I--? I don't believe it! Surely she sits--Well, I'll make sure right away-- (_Goes up to the telescope and stops._) Oh, I'll go along with them, anyhow. (_Exit after them._)

Frau Lindemann (_entering_).

Have they all gone--all of them?

Rosa.

All of them.

Frau Lindemann (_looking toward the right_).

There--there--two ladies and a lackey are coming up the footpath. Mercy me! How my heart is beating!--If I had only had the sofa re-covered last spring!--What am I going to say to them?--Rosa, don't you know a poem by heart which you could speak to the princess? (Rosa _shrugs her shoulders._) They're coming through the court now!--Stop putting your arms under your apron that way, you stupid thing!--oh dear, oh dear----

(_The door opens_. A Lackey _in plain black livery enters, and remains standing at the door. He precedes_ The Princess _and_ Frau Von Brook. The Princess _is a pale, sickly, unassuming young girl, wearing a very simple walking costume and a medium-sized leghorn hat trimmed with roses_. Frau Von Brook _is a handsome, stately, stern-looking woman, in the thirties. She is well dressed, but in accordance with the simple tastes of the North German nobility._)

Frau v. Brook.

Who is the proprietor of this place?

Frau Lindemann.

At your command, your Highness.

Frau v. Brook (_reprovingly_).

I am the maid of honour.--Where is the room that has been ordered?

Frau Lindemann (_opens the door, left_).

Here--at the head of the stairs--my lady.

Frau v. Brook.

Would your Highness care to remain here for a few moments?

The Princess.

Very much, dear Frau von Brook.

Frau v. Brook.

Edward, order what is needed for Her Highness and see that a room next to Her Highness is prepared for me. I may assume that these are your Highness's wishes?

The Princess.

Why certainly, dear Frau von Brook. (The Lackey, _who is carrying shawls and pillows, goes out with_ Rosa, _left._)

The Princess.

Mais puisque je te dis, Eugenie, que je n'ai pas sommeil. M'envoyer coucher comme une enfant, c'est abominable.

Frau v. Brook.

Mais je t'implore, cherie, sois sage! Tu sais, que c'est le medecin, qui----

The Princess.

Ah, ton medecin! Toujours cette corvee. Et si je te dis----

Frau v. Brook.

Chut! My dear woman, wouldn't it be best for you to superintend the preparations?

Frau Lindemann.

I am entirely at your service. (_About to go out, left._)

Frau v. Brook.

One thing more. This veranda, leading from the house to the grounds--would it be possible to close it to the public?

Frau Lindemann.

Oh, certainly. The guests as often as not sit out under the trees.

Frau v. Brook.

Very well, then do so, please. (Frau Lindemann _locks the door._) We may be assured that no one will enter this place?

Frau Lindemann.

If it is desired, none of us belonging to the house will come in here either.

Frau v. Brook.

We should like that.

Frau Lindemann.

Very well. (_Exit._)

Frau v. Brook.

Really, you must be more careful, darling. If that woman had understood French-- You must be careful!

The Princess.

What would have been so dreadful about it?

Frau v. Brook.

Oh, my dear child! This mood of yours, which is due to nothing but your illness--that reminds me, you haven't taken your peptonised milk yet--this is a secret which we must keep from everyone, above all from your fiance. If the Grand-Duke should discover----

The Princess (_shrugging her shoulders_).

Well, what of it?

Frau v. Brook.

A bride's duty is to be a happy bride. Otherwise----

The Princess.

Otherwise?

Frau v. Brook.

She will be a lonely and an unloved woman.

The Princess (_with a little smile of resignation_).

Ah!

Frau v. Brook.

What is it, dear? (The Princess _shakes her head._) And then think of the strain of those formal presentations awaiting you in the autumn! You must grow strong. Remember that you must be equal to the most exacting demands of life.

The Princess.

Of life? Whose life?

Frau v. Brook.

What do you mean by that?

The Princess.

Ah, what good does it do to talk about it?

Frau v. Brook.

Yes, you are right. In my soul, too, there are unhappy and unholy thoughts that I would rather not utter. From my own experience I know that it is best to keep strictly within the narrow path of Duty.

The Princess.

And to go to sleep.

Frau v. Brook.

Ah, it isn't only that.

The Princess.

Look out there! See the woods!--Ah, to lie down on the moss, to cover oneself with leaves, to watch the clouds pass by high above----

Frau v. Brook (_softening_).

We can do that, too, sometime.

The Princess (_laughing aloud_).

Sometime!

(The Lackey _appears at the door_).

Frau v. Brook.

Is everything ready? (The Lackey _bows._)

The Princess (_aside to_ Frau v. Brook).

But I simply cannot sleep.

Frau v. Brook.

Try to, for my sake. (_Aloud._) Does your Highness command----

The Princess (_smiling and sighing_).

Yes, I command. (_They go out, left._)

(_The stage remains empty for several moments. Then_ Struebel _is heard trying the latch of the back door._)

Struebel's Voice.

Hullo! What's up! Why is this locked all of a sudden? Rosa!--Open up! I've got to look through the telescope! Rosa! Won't you?--Oh, well, I know how to help myself. (_He is seen walking outside of the glass-covered veranda. Then he puts his head through the open window at the right._) Not a soul inside?-- (_Climbs over._) Well, here we are. What on earth has happened to these people? (_Unlocks the back door and looks out._) Everything deserted. Well, it's all the same to me. (_Locks the door again._) But let's find out right away what the carriage has to do with the case. (_Prepares to look through the telescope_. The Princess _enters cautiously through the door at the left, her hat in her hand. Without noticing_ Struebel, _who is standing motionless before the telescope, she goes hurriedly to the door at the back and unlocks it._)

Struebel.

(_Startled at the sound of the key, turns around._) Why, how do you do? (The Princess, _not venturing to move, glances back at the door through which she has entered._) Wouldn't you like to look through the telescope a while? Please do. (The Princess, _undecided as to whether or not she should answer him, takes a few steps back toward the door at the left._) Why are you going away? I won't do anything to you.

The Princess (_reassured_).

Oh, I'm not going away.

Struebel.

That's right. But--where have you come from? The door was locked. Surely you didn't climb through the window as I did?

The Princess (_frightened_).

What?--You came--through the window?----

Struebel.

Of course I did.

The Princess (_frightened anew_).

Then I had rather (_About to go back._)

Struebel.

Oh, my dear young lady, you just stay right here. Why, before I'd drive you away I'd pitch myself headlong over a precipice!

The Princess (_smiling, reassured_).

I only wanted to go out into the woods for half an hour.

Struebel.

Oh, then you're a regular guest here at the Inn?

The Princess (_quickly_).

Yes--yes, of course.

Struebel.

And of course you drink the waters down below?

The Princess (_in a friendly way_).

Oh, yes, I drink the waters. And I'm taking the baths, too.

Struebel.

Two hundred metres up and down every time! Isn't that very hard on you? Heavens! And you look so pale! See here, my dear young lady, don't you do it. It would be better for you to go down there--that is-- Oh, forgive me! I've been talking without thinking. Of course, you have your own reasons-- It's decidedly cheaper up here. _I_ know how to value a thing of that sort. I've never had any money in all my life!

The Princess (_trying to seem practical_).

But when one comes to a watering-place, one must have money.

Struebel (_slapping himself on the chest_).

Do I look to you as if I drank iron? Thank Heaven, I can't afford such luxuries! No; I'm only a poor fellow who earns his miserable pittance during vacation by acting as a private tutor--that's to say, "miserable" is only a figure of speech, for in the morning I lie abed until nine, at noon I eat five, and at night seven, courses; and as for work, I really haven't a thing to do! My pupil is so anaemic--why, compared to him, _you're_ fit for a circus rider!

The Princess (_laughing unrestrainedly_).

Oh, well, I'm rather glad I'm not one.

Struebel.

Dear me, it's a business like any other.

The Princess.

Like any other? Really, I didn't think that.

Struebel.

And pray, what did you think then?

The Princess.

Oh, I thought that they were--an entirely different sort of people.

Struebel.

My dear young lady, all people are "an entirely different sort." Of course _we_ two aren't. We get along real well together, don't we? As poor as church mice, both of us!

The Princess (_smiling reflectively_).

Who knows? Perhaps that's true.

Struebel (_kindly_).

Do you know what? If you want to stay down there--I'll tell you how one can live cheaply. I have a friend, a student like myself. He's here to mend up as you are. I feed him up at the house where I'm staying. (_Frightened at a peculiar look of_ The Princess's.) Oh, but you mustn't be-- No, I shouldn't have said it. It wasn't decent of me. Only, let me tell you, I'm so glad to be able to help the poor fellow out of my unexpected earnings, that I'd like to be shouting it from the housetops all the time! Of course, you understand that, don't you?

The Princess.

You like to help people, then?

Struebel.

Surely--don't you?

The Princess (_reflecting_).

No. There's always so much talk about it, and the whole thing immediately appears in the newspapers.

Struebel.

What? If you help some one, that appears----?

The Princess (_quickly correcting herself_).

I only mean if one takes part in entertainments for charity----

Struebel.

Oh, yes, naturally. In those things they always get some woman of rank to act as patroness, if they can, and she sees to it, you may be sure, that the newspapers make a fuss over it.

The Princess (_demurely_).

Oh, not every----

Struebel.

Just try to teach me something I don't know about these titled women! Besides, my dear young lady, where is your home--in one of the large cities, or----?

The Princess.

Oh, no. In quite a small town--really more like the country.

Struebel.

Then, I'm going to show you something that you probably never saw before in all your life.

The Princess.

Oh do! What is it?

Struebel.

A princess! H'm--not a make-believe, but a real, true-blue princess!

The Princess.

Oh, really?

Struebel.

Yes. Our Princess of the Springs.

The Princess.

And who may that be?

Struebel.

Why, Princess Marie Louise.

The Princess.

Of Geldern?

Struebel.

Of course.

The Princess.

Do you know her?

Struebel.

Why, certainly.

The Princess.

Really? I thought that she lived in great retirement.

Struebel.

Well, that doesn't do her any good. Not a bit of it. And because you are such a jolly, good fellow, I'm going to tell you my secret. I'm in love with this princess!

The Princess.

Oh!

Struebel.

You can't imagine what a comfort it is. The fact is, every young poet has got to have a princess to love.

The Princess.

Are _you_ a poet?

Struebel.

Can't you tell that by looking at me?

The Princess.

I never saw a poet before.

Struebel.

Never saw a poet--never saw a princess! Why, you're learning a heap of things to-day!

The Princess (_assenting_).

H'm--And have you written poems to her?

Struebel.

Why, that goes without saying! Quantities of 'em!

The Princess.

Oh, please recite some little thing--won't you?

Struebel.

No, not yet. Everything at the proper time.

The Princess.

Ah, yes, first I should like to see the princess.

Struebel.

No, first I am going to tell you the whole story.

The Princess.

Oh, yes, yes. Please do. (_Sits down._)

Struebel.

Well, then--I had hardly heard that she was here before I was dead in love with her. It was just as quick as a shot, I tell you. Just as if I had waited all my life long to fall in love with her. Besides, I also heard about her beauty--and her sorrow. You see, she had an early love affair.

The Princess (_disconcerted_).

What? Are they saying that?

Struebel.

Yes. It was a young officer who went to Africa because of her--and died there.

The Princess.

And they know that, too?

Struebel.

What don't they know?--But that's a mere detail--it doesn't concern me. Even the fact that in six months she will become the bride of a grand-duke--even that can make no difference to me. For the present she is _my_ princess.--But you're not listening to me!

The Princess.

Oh, yes I am!

Struebel.

Do you know what that means--_my_ princess? I'll not give up _my_ princess--not for anything in all the world!

The Princess.

But--if you don't even know her----?

Struebel.

I don't know her? Why, I know her as well as I know myself!

The Princess.

Have you ever met her, then?

Struebel.

I don't know of any one who has ever met her. And there's not a soul that can tell what she looks like. It is said that there were pictures of her in the shop-windows when she first came, but they were removed immediately. In the morning a great many people are always lurking around the Springs trying to catch a glimpse of her. I myself have gotten up at six o'clock a couple of times--on the same errand--and if you knew me better, you'd realise what that meant. But not a sign of her! Either she has the stuff brought to her house, or she has the power of making herself invisible. (The Princess _turns aside to conceal a smile._) After that, I used to hang around her garden--every day, for hours at a time. Until one day the policeman, whom the managers of the Springs have stationed at the gates, came up to me and asked me what on earth I was doing there. Well, that was the end of those methods of approach! Suddenly, however, a happy thought struck me. Now I can see her, and have her near to me as often as I wish.

The Princess.

Why, that's very interesting. How?

Struebel.

Yes, that's just the point. H'm, should I risk it? Should I take you into my confidence?

The Princess.

You promised me some time ago that you would show her to me.

Struebel.

Wait a second. (_Looks through the telescope._) There she is. Please look for yourself.

The Princess.

But I am-- (_She, too, looks through the telescope._) Actually, there is the garden as plain as if one were in it.

Struebel.

And at the corner window on the left--with the embroidery-frame--that's she.

The Princess.

Are you absolutely certain that that is the princess?

Struebel.

Why, who else could it be?

The Princess.

Oh, 'round about a princess like that--there are such a lot of people. For instance, there is her waiting-woman, there's the seamstress and her assistants, there's----

Struebel.

But my dear young lady, if you only understood anything about these matters, you would have been certain at the very first glance that it was she--and no one else. Observe the nobility in every motion--the queenly grace with which she bends over the embroidery-frame----

The Princess.

How do you know that it's an embroidery-frame?

Struebel.

Why, what should a princess be bending over if not an embroidery-frame? Do you expect her to be darning stockings?

The Princess.

It wouldn't hurt her at all!

Struebel.

Now, that's just one of those petty, bourgeois notions which we ought to suppress. It's not enough that we have to stick in this misery, but we'd like to drag her down, too--that being far above all earthly care----

The Princess.

Oh, dear me!

Struebel.

What are you sighing about so terribly?

The Princess

Tell me, wouldn't you like to have a closer acquaintance with your princess, sometime?

Struebel.

Closer? Why should I?--Isn't she close enough to me, my far-away princess?--for that's what I call her when I talk to myself about her. And to have her _still_ closer?

The Princess.

Why, so that you could talk to her and know what she really was like.

Struebel (_terrified_).

Talk to her! Heaven forbid! Goodness gracious, no! Just see here--how am I to face a princess? I'm an ordinary fellow, the son of poor folks. I haven't polished manners--I haven't even a decent tailor. A lady like that--why, she'd measure me from top to toe in one glance.--I've had my lessons in the fine houses where I've applied as tutor. A glance from boots to cravat--and you're dismissed!

The Princess.

And you think that I--(_correcting herself_)--that this girl is as superficial as that?

Struebel.

"This girl"! Dear me, how that sounds! But, how should I ever succeed in showing her my real self? And even if I should, what would she care?--Oh, yes, if she were like you--so nice and simple--and with such a kindhearted, roguish little twinkle in her eye----!

The Princess.

Roguish--I? Why so?

Struebel.

Because you are laughing at me in your sleeve. And really I deserve nothing better.

The Princess.

But your princess deserves something better than your opinion of her.

Struebel.

How do you know that?

The Princess.

You really ought to try to become acquainted with her sometime.

Struebel.

No, no, no--and again no! As long as she remains my far-away princess, she is everything that I want her to be--modest, gracious, loving. She smiles upon me dreamily. Yes, she even listens when I recite my poems to her--and that can't be said of many people! And as soon as I have finished, she sighs, takes a rose from her breast, and casts it down to the poet.--I wrote a few verses yesterday about that rose, that flower which represents the pinnacle of my desires, as it were.

The Princess (_eagerly_).

Oh, yes. Oh, please, please!

Struebel.

Well, then, here goes. H'm--"Twenty roses nestling close----"

The Princess.

What? Are there twenty now?

Struebel (_severely_).

My princess would not have interrupted me.

The Princess.

Oh please--forgive me.

Struebel.

I shall begin again.

Twenty roses nestling close Gleam upon thy breast, Twenty years of rose-red love Upon thy fair cheeks rest.

Twenty years would I gladly give Out of life's brief reign, Could I but ask a rose of thee And ask it not in vain.

Twenty roses thou dost not need --Why, pearls and rubies are thine!-- With nineteen thou'dst be just as fair, And _one_ would then be _mine_!

And twenty years of rose-wreathed joy Would spring to life for me-- Yet twenty years could ne'er suffice To worship it--and thee!

The Princess.

How nice that is! I've never had any verses written to me b----

Struebel.

Ah, my dear young lady, ordinary folks like us have to do their own verse-making!

The Princess.

And all for one rose!--Dear me, how soon it fades! And then what is left you?

Struebel.

No, my dear friend, a rose like that never fades--even as my love for the gracious giver can never die.

The Princess.

But you haven't even got it yet!

Struebel.

That makes no difference in the end. I'm entirely independent of such externals. When some day I shall be explaining Ovid to the beginners, or perhaps even reading Horace with the more advanced classes--no, it's better for the present not to think of reaching any such dizzy heights of greatness--well, then I shall always be saying to myself with a smile of satisfaction, "You, too, were one of those confounded artist fellows--why, you once went so far as to love a princess!"

The Princess.

And that will make you happy?

Struebel.

Enormously!--For what makes us happy after all? A bit of happiness? Great heavens, no! Happiness wears out like an old glove.

The Princess.

Well, then, what does?

Struebel.

Ah, how should I know! Any kind of a dream--a fancy--a wish unfulfilled--a sorrow that we coddle--some nothing which suddenly becomes everything to us. I shall always say to my pupils--"Young men, if you want to be happy as long as you live, create gods for yourselves in your own image; these gods will take care of your happiness."

The Princess.

And what would the god be like that you would create?

Struebel.