“The daring shall inherit the earth.  Moreover she is quite good.  She spent a few years in Paris with the famous Madame Viardot, and there made the acquaintance of the Russian Prince.  Russian Princes, you know, are very enlightened, are above petty class prejudices, and Kotschukoff and Gieshuebler—­whom she calls uncle, by the way, and one might almost call him a born uncle—­it is, strictly speaking, these two who have made little Marie Trippel what she is.  It was Gieshuebler who induced her to go to Paris and Kotschukoff made her over into Marietta Trippelli.”

“Ah, Geert, what a charming story this is and what a humdrum life I have led in Hohen-Cremmen!  Never a thing out of the ordinary.”

Innstetten took her hand and said:  “You must not speak thus, Effi.  With respect to ghosts one may take whatever attitude one likes.  But beware of ‘out of the ordinary’ things, or what is loosely called out of the ordinary.  That which appears to you so enticing, even a life such as Miss Trippelli leads, is as a rule bought at the price of happiness.  I know quite well how you love Hohen-Cremmen and are attached to it, but you often make sport of it, too, and have no conception of how much quiet days like those in Hohen-Cremmen mean.”

“Yes I have,” she said.  “I know very well.  Only I like to hear about something else once in a while, and then the desire comes over me to have a similar experience.  But you are quite right, and, to tell the truth, I long for peace and quiet.”

Innstetten shook his finger at her.  “My dear, dear Effi, that again you only imagine.  Always fancies, first one thing, then another.”

CHAPTER XI

[Innstetten and Effi stopped at the Prince Bismarck Hotel for dinner and heard some of Golchowski’s gossip.  All three went out near the tracks, when they heard a fast express coming, and as it passed in the direction of Effi’s old home, it filled her heart with longing.  The soiree musicale at Gieshuebler’s was particularly enlivened by the bubbling humor of Miss Trippelli, whose singing was excellent, but did not overshadow her talent as a conversationalist.  Effi admired her ability to sing dramatic pieces with composure.  An uncanny ballad led to a discussion of haunted houses and ghosts, in both of which Miss Trippelli believed.]

CHAPTER XII

The guests did not go home till late.  Soon after ten Effi remarked to Gieshuebler that it was about time to leave, as Miss Trippelli must not miss her train and would have to leave Kessin at six in order to catch it.  But Miss Trippelli overheard the remark and, in her own peculiar unabashed way, protested against such thoughtful consideration.  “Ah, most gracious Lady, you think that one following my career needs regular sleep, but you are mistaken.  What we need regularly is applause and high prices.  Oh, laugh if you like.  Besides, I can sleep in