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where　she　could　see　him。　　And　the　good　man　rubbed　his　hands　in

gleeful　anticipation。



Hoffman　had　listened　to　him　with　a　slow　repugnance　that　was　only

equal　to　his　gradual　conviction　that　the　explanation　was　a　true

one；　and　that　he　himself　had　been　ridiculously　deceived。　　The

mystery　of　his　fair　companion's　costume；　which　he　had　accepted　as

part　of　the　〃show〃；　the　inconsistency　of　her　manner　and　her　evident

occupation；　her　undeniable　wish　to　terminate　the　whole　episode　with

that　single　interview；　her　mingling　of　worldly　aplomb　and　rustic

innocence；　her　perfect　self…control　and　experienced　acceptance　of

his　gallantry　under　the　simulated　attitude　of　simplicityall　now

struck　him　as　perfectly　comprehensible。　　He　recalled　the　actress's

inimitable　touch　in　certain　picturesque　realistic　details　in　the

dairywhich　she　had　not　spared　him；　he　recognized　it　now　even　in

their　bowered　confidences　（how　like　a　pretty　ballet　scene　their

whole　interview　on　the　rustic　bench　was！）；　and　it　breathed　through

their　entire　conversationto　their　theatrical　parting　at　the

close！　　And　the　whole　story　of　the　photograph　was；　no　doubt；　as

pure　a　dramatic　invention　as　the　rest！　　The　Princess's　romantic

interest　in　himthat　Princess　who　had　never　appeared　（why　had　he

not　detected　the　old；　well…worn；　sentimental　situation　here？）was

all　a　part　of　it。　　The　dark；　mysterious　hint　of　his　persecution　by

the　police　was　a　necessary　culmination　to　the　little　farce。　　Thank

Heaven！　he　had　not　〃risen〃　at　the　Princess；　even　if　he　had　given

himself　away　to　the　clever　actress　in　her　own　humble　role。　　Then

the　humor　of　the　whole　situation　predominated　and　he　laughed　until

the　tears　came　to　his　eyes；　and　his　forgotten　ancestors　might　have

turned　over　in　their　graves　without　his　heeding　them。　　And　with

this　humanizing　influence　upon　him　he　went　to　the　theater。



It　was　capacious　even　for　the　town；　and　although　the　performance

was　a　special　one　he　had　no　difficulty　in　getting　a　whole　box　to

himself。　　He　tried　to　avoid　this　public　isolation　by　sitting　close

to　the　next　box；　where　there　was　a　solitary　occupantan　officer

apparently　as　lonely　as　himself。　　He　had　made　up　his　mind　that　when

his　fair　deceiver　appeared　he　would　let　her　see　by　his　significant

applause　that　he　recognized　her；　but　bore　no　malice　for　the　trick

she　had　played　on　him。　　After　all；　he　had　kissed　herhe　had　no

right　to　complain。　　If　she　should　recognize　him；　and　this

recognition　led　to　a　withdrawal　of　her　prohibition；　and　their

better　acquaintance；　he　would　be　a　fool　to　cavil　at　her　pleasant

artifice。　　Her　vocation　was　certainly　a　more　independent　and

original　one　than　that　he　had　supposed；　for　its　social　quality　and

inequality　he　cared　nothing。　　He　found　himself　longing　for　the

glance　of　her　calm　blue　eyes；　for　the　pleasant　smile　that　broke　the

seriousness　of　her　sweetly　restrained　lips。　　There　was　no　doubt

that　he　should　know　her　even　as　the　heroine　of　DER　CZAR　UND　DER

ZIMMERMANN　on　the　bill　before　him。　　He　was　becoming　impatient。　　And

the　performance　evidently　was　waiting。　　A　stir　in　the　outer

gallery；　the　clatter　of　sabers；　the　filing　of　uniforms　into　the

royal　box；　and　a　triumphant　burst　from　the　orchestra　showed　the

cause。　　As　a　few　ladies　and　gentlemen　in　full　evening　dress　emerged

from　the　background　of　uniforms　and　took　their　places　in　the　front

of　the　box；　Hoffman　looked　with　some　interest　for　the　romantic

Princess。　　Suddenly　he　saw　a　face　and　shoulders　in　a　glitter　of

diamonds　that　startled　him；　and　then　a　glance　that　transfixed　him。



He　leaned　over　to　his　neighbor。　　〃Who　is　the　young　lady　in　the

box？〃



〃The　Princess　Alexandrine。〃



〃I　mean　the　young　lady　in　blue　with　blond　hair　and　blue　eyes。〃



〃It　is　the　Princess　Alexandrine　Elsbeth　Marie　Stephanie；　the

daughter　of　the　Grand　Dukethere　is　none　other　there。〃



〃Thank　you。〃



He　sat　silently　looking　at　the　rising　curtain　and　the　stage。　　Then

be　rose　quietly；　gathered　his　hat　and　coat；　and　left　the　box。　　When

he　reached　the　gallery　he　turned　instinctively　and　looked　back　at

the　royal　box。　　Her　eyes　had　followed　him；　and　as　he　remained　a

moment　motionless　in　the　doorway　her　lips　parted　in　a　grateful

smile；　and　she　waved　her　fan　with　a　faint　but　unmistakable　gesture

of　farewell。



The　next　morning　he　left　Alstadt。　　There　was　some　little　delay　at

the　Zoll　on　the　frontier；　and　when　Hoffman　received　back　his　trunk

it　was　accompanied　by　a　little　sealed　packet　which　was　handed　to

him　by　the　Customhouse　Inspector。　　Hoffman　did　not　open　it　until　he

was　alone。





There　hangs　upon　the　wall　of　his　modest　apartment　in　New　York　a

narrow；　irregular　photograph　ingeniously　framed；　of　himself

standing　side　by　side　with　a　young　German　girl；　who；　in　the

estimation　of　his　compatriots；　is　by　no　means　stylish　and　only

passably　good…looking。　　When　he　is　joked　by　his　friends　about　the

post　of　honor　given　to　this　production；　and　questioned　as　to　the

lady；　he　remains　silent。　　The　Princess　Alexandrine　Elsbeth　Marie

Stephanie　von　Westphalen…Alstadt；　among　her　other　royal　qualities；

knew　whom　to　trust。