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โI have thought of Cornelia long enough,โ he said one delightful summer morning; โwith all my soul I now long to see her. And it is not an impossible thing I desire. In short, there is some way to compass it.โ Then a sudden, invincible persuasion of success came to him; he believed in his own good fortune; he had a conviction that the very stars connived with a true lover to work his will. And under this enthusiasm he galloped into town, took his horse to a stable, and then walked towards Maiden Lane.
In a few moments he saw Arenta Van Ariens. She was in a mist of blue and white, with flowing curls, and fluttering ribbons; and a general air of happiness. He placed himself directly in her path, and doffed his beaver to the ground as she approached.
โWell, then,โ she cried, with an affected air of astonishment, โwho would have thought of seeing you? Your retirement is the talk of the town.โ
โAnd pray what does the town say?โ
โSome part of it says you have lost your fortune at cards; another part says you have lost your heart and got no compensation for it. โTis strange to see the folly of young people of this age,โ she added, with a little pretended sigh of superior wisdom.
โAs if you, also, had not lost your heart!โ exclaimed Hyde.
โNo, sir! I have exchanged mine for its full value. Where are you going?โ
โWith you.โ
โIn a word, no. For I am going to Aunt Angelicaโs.โ
โUpon my honour, it is to your Aunt Angelicaโs I desire to go most of all!โ
โNow I understand. You have found out that Cornelia Moran is going there. Are you still harping on that string? And Cornelia never said one word to me. I do not approve of such deceit. In my love affairs I have always been open as the day.โ
โI assure you that I did NOT know Miss Moran was going there. I had not a thought of Madame Jacobus until we met. To tell the very truth, I came into town to look for you.โ
โFor me? And why, pray?โ
โI want to see Miss Moran. If I cannot see her, then I want to hear about her. I thought you, of all people, could tell me the most and the best. I assured myself that you had infinite good temper. Now, pray do not disappoint me.โ
โListen! We meet this afternoon at my auntโs, to discuss the dresses and ceremonies proper for a very fine wedding.โ
โFor your own wedding, in factโIs not that so?โ
โWell, then?โ
โWell, then, who knows more on that subject than Joris Hyde? Was I not, last year, at Lady Betty Somerโs splendid nuptials; and at Fanny Pagetโs, and the Countess of Carlisleโs? Indeed, I maintain that in such a discussion I am an absolute necessity. And I wish to know Madame Jacobus. I have long wished to know her. Upon my honour, I think her to be one of the most interesting women in New York!โ
โI will advise you a little. Save your compliments until you can say them to my aunt. I never carry a word to any one.โ
โThen take me with you, and I will repeat them to her face.โ
โSo? Well, then, here we are, at her very door. I know not what she will sayโyou must make your own excuses, sir.โ
As she was speaking, they ascended the white steps leading to a very handsome brick house on the west side of Broadway. It had wide iron piazzas and a fine shady garden at the back, sloping down to the river bank; and had altogether, on the outside, the very similitude of a wealthy and fashionable residence. The door was opened by a very dark man, who was not a negro, and who was dressed in a splendid and outlandish mannerโa scarlet turban above his straight black hair, and gold-hooped earrings, and a long coat or tunic, heavily embroidered in strange devices.
โHe was an Algerine pirate,โ whispered Arenta. โMy Uncle Jacob brought him hereโand my aunt trusts himโI would not, not for a moment.โ
As soon as the front door closed, Joris perceived that he was in an unusual house. The scents and odours of strange countries floated about it. The hall contained many tall jars, full of pungent gums and roots; and upon its walls the weapons of savage nations were crossed in idle and harmless fashion. They went slowly up the highly polished stairway into a large, low parlour, facing the vivid, everyday business drama of Broadway; but the room itself was like an Arabian Nightโs dream, for the Eastern atmosphere was supplemented by divans and sofas covered with rare cashmere shawls, and rugs of Turkestan, and with cushions of all kinds of oriental splendour. Strange tables of wonderful mosaic work held ivory carvings of priceless worth; and porcelain from unknown lands. Gods and goddesses from the yellow Gehenna of China and the utterable idolatry of India, looked out with brute cruelty, or sempiternal smiles from every odd corner; or gazed with a fascinating prescience from the high chimney-piece upon all who entered.
The effect upon Hyde was instantaneous and uncanny. His Saxon-Dutch nature was in instant revolt against influences so foreign and unnatural. Arenta was unconsciously in sympathy with him; for she said with a shrug of her pretty shoulders, as she looked around, โI have always bad dreams after a visit to this room. Do these things have a life of their own? Look at the creature on that corner shelf! What a serene disdain is in his smile! He seems to gaze into the very depths of your soul. I see that there is a curtain to his shrine; and I shall take leave to draw it.โ With these words she went to the scornful divinity, and shut his offending eyes behind the folds of his gold-embroidered curtain.
Hyde watched her flitting about the strange room, and thought of a little brown wren among the poisonous, vivid splendours of tropical swamp flowers. So out of place the pretty, thoughtless Dutch girl looked among the spoils of far India, and Central America, and of Arabian and African worship and workmanship. But when the door opened, and Madame Jacobus, with soft, gliding footsteps entered, Hyde understood how truly the soul, if given the wherewithal, builds the habitation it likes best. Once possessed of marvellous beauty, and yet extraordinarily interesting, she seemed the very genius of the room and its strange, suggestive belongings. She was unusually tall, and her figure had kept its undulating, stately grace. Her hair, dazzlingly white, was piled high above her ample brow, held in place with jewelled combs and glittering pins. Her face had lost its fine oval and youthful freshness, but who of any feeling or intelligence would not have far preferred the worn countenance, expressing in a thousand sensitive shades and emotions the story of her life and love? And if every other beauty had failed, Angelicaโs eyes would have atoned for the loss. They were large, softly-black, slow-moving, or again, in a moment, flashing with the fire that lay hidden in the
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