With Carlo's death, Natalie had lost her last friend; with the stolen money and diamonds, Marianne was robbed of her last pecuniary means.
But Natalie paid no attention to Marianne's lamentations. What cared she for poverty and destitution--what knew she of these outward treasures, of this wealth consisting in gold and jewels? Natalie knew only that she had been robbed of a noble, spiritual possession--that they had murdered the friend who had consecrated himself to her with such true and devoted love, and, weeping over his body, she dedicated to him the tribute of a tear of the purest gratitude, of saddest lamentation.
But so imperfect is the world that it often leaves no time for mourning--that in the midst of our sorrow it causes us to hear the prosaic voices of reality and necessity, compelling us to dry our eyes and turning our thoughts from painfully-sweet remembrances of a lost happiness to the realities of practical life.
Natalie's delicately-sensitive soul was to experience this rough contact of reality, and, with an internal shudder, must she bend under the rough hand of the present.
Pale, breathless, trembling, rushed Marianne into the room where Natalie, in solitary mourning, was weeping for her lost friend.
"We are ruined, hopelessly ruined!" screamed Marianne. "They will drive us from our last possession, they will turn us out of our house!
All the misfortunes of the whole world break over and crush us!"The young maiden looked at her with a calm, clear glance.
"Then let them crush us," she quietly said. "It is better to be crushed at once than to be slowly and lingeringly wasted!""But you hear me not, princess," shrieked Marianne, wringing her hands. "They will drive us from here, I tell you; they will expel you from your house!""And who will do that?" asked the young maiden, proudly rising with flashing eyes. "Who dares threaten me in my own house?""Without are soldiers and bailiffs and the officers of the Russian embassy. They have made a forcible entrance, and with force they will expel you from the house. They are already sealing the doors and seizing everything in the house."A dark purple glow for a moment overspread Natalie's cheeks, and her glance was flame. "I will see," said she, "who has the robber-like boldness to dispute my possession of my own property!"With proud steps and elevated head she strode through the room to the door opening upon the corridor.
The bailiffs and soldiers, who had been placed there, respectfully stood aside. Natalie paid no attention to them, but immediately advanced to the officer who, with a loud voice, was just then commanding them to seal all the doors and see that nothing was taken from the rooms.
"I wish to know," said Natalie, with her clear, silver-toned voice--"Iwish to know by what right people here force their way into my house, and what excuse you have for this shameless conduct?"The officer, who was no other than Stephano, bowed to her with a slightly ironical smile.
"Justice needs no excuse," said he. "On the part and by command of her illustrious majesty, the great Empress Catharine, I lay an attachment upon this house and all it contains. It is from this hour the sacred possession of her Russian majesty.""It is the exclusive property of the Count Paulo!" proudly responded Natalie.
"It was the property of Count Paul Rasczinsky," said Stephano. "But convicted traitors have no property. This criminal count has been convicted of high-treason. The mercy of the empress has indeed changed the sentence of death into one of eternal banishment to Siberia, but she has been pleased to approve the confiscation of all he possessed.
In virtue of this approval, and by permission of the holy Roman government, I attach this house and its contents!"Natalie no longer heard him. Almost unconscious lay she in Marianne's arms. Paulo was lost, sentenced to death, imprisoned, and banished for life--that was all she had heard and comprehended--this terrible news had confused and benumbed her senses.
"Sir!" implored Marianne, pressing Natalie to her bosom, "you will at least have some mercy upon this young maiden; you will not thrust us out upon the streets; you will grant us a quiet residence in this house until we can collect our effects and secure what is indisputably ours!""Every thing in this house is the indisputable property of the empress!" roughly responded Stephano.
"But not ourselves, I hope!" excitedly exclaimed Marianne. "This imperial power does not extend over our persons?"Stephano roughly replied: "The door stands open, go! But go directly, or I shall be compelled to arrest you for opposing the execution of the laws, and stirring up sedition!""Yes, let us go," cried Natalie, who had recovered her consciousness--"let us go, Marianne. Let us not remain a moment longer in a house belonging to that barbarous Russian empress who has condemned the noble Count Paulo as a criminal, and, robber-like, taken forcible possession of his property!"And, following the first impulse of her noble pride, the young maiden took Marianne by the hand and drew her away.
"They, at least, shall not forcibly eject us," said she; "no, no, we will go of our own free will, self-banished!""But where shall we go?" cried Marianne, wringing her hands.
"Where God wills!" solemnly responded the young maiden.
"And upon what shall we live?" wailed Marianne. "We are now totally destitute and helpless. How shall we live?""We will work!" said Natalie, firmly. A peculiar calm had come over her. Misfortune had awakened a new quality in her nature, sorrow had struck a new string in her being; she was no longer the delicate, gentle, suffering, unresisting child; she felt in herself a firm resolution, a bold courage, an almost joyful daring, and an invincible calmness.
"Work! /You/ will work, princess?" whispered Marianne.
"I will learn it!" said she, and with a constantly quickened step they approached the outlet of the garden.
