and—remained in Germany. Now ensued
an active correspondence between them. Assurances
of unchanged affection—invitations—laments
over the absence of the beloved one—thwarted
wishes—hopes, etc.—flew
backwards and forwards from Venice to H——,
from H—— to Venice. At length
Angela came to Germany, and, as is well known, sang
with brilliant success as prima donna at the great
theatre in F——. Despite the fact
that she was no longer young, she won all hearts by
the irresistible charm of her wonderfully splendid
singing. At that time she had not lost her voice
in the least degree. Meanwhile, Antonia had been
growing up; and her mother never tired of writing
to tell her father how that a singer of the first
rank was developing in her. Krespel’s friends
in F—— also confirmed this intelligence,
and urged him to come for once to F——
to see and admire this uncommon sight of two such
glorious singers. They had not the slightest suspicion
of the close relations in which Krespel stood to the
pair. Willingly would he have seen with his own
eyes the daughter who occupied so large a place in
his heart, and who moreover often appeared to him in
his dreams; but as often as he thought upon his wife
he felt very uncomfortable, and so he remained at
home amongst his broken violins. There was a
certain promising young composer, B——
of F——, who was found to have suddenly
disappeared, nobody knew where. This young man
fell so deeply in love with Antonia that, as she returned
his love, he earnestly besought her mother to consent
to an immediate union, sanctified as it would further
be by art. Angela had nothing to urge against
his suit; and the Councillor the more readily gave
his consent that the young composer’s productions
had found favor before his rigorous critical judgment.
Krespel was expecting to hear of the consummation
of the marriage, when he received instead a black-sealed
envelope addressed in a strange hand. Doctor
R—— conveyed to the Councillor the
sad intelligence that Angela had fallen seriously
ill in consequence of a cold caught at the theatre,
and that during the night immediately preceding what
was to have been Antonia’s wedding-day, she had
died. To him, the Doctor, Angela had disclosed
the fact that she was Krespel’s wife, and that
Antonia was his daughter; he, Krespel, had better hasten
therefore to take charge of the orphan. Notwithstanding
that the Councillor was a good deal upset by this
news of Angela’s death, he soon began to feel
that an antipathetic, disturbing influence had departed
out of his life, and that now for the first time he
could begin to breathe freely. The very same
day he set out for F——. You could
not credit how heartrending was the Councillor’s
description of the moment when he first saw Antonia.
Even in the fantastic oddities of his expression there
was such a marvellous power of description that I
am unable to give even so much as a faint indication
of it. Antonia inherited all her mother’s