# Vivian Grey/Volume 5/Chapter 7.8

CHAPTER VIII.
Vivian quitted the Von Spittergens with regret, and with a promise of a speedy return. He would gladly indeed have lengthened his stay at the present moment; but a fête which was to be given this evening by his Excellency the Grand Marshal, rendered his return necessary.
After dining with the doctor and his interesting daughter, Vivian mounted Max, and took care not to return to the city by a cross road. He met Emilius von Aslingen in his ride through the gardens. As that distinguished personage at present patronised the English nation, and astounded the Reisenburg natives by driving an English mail, riding ​English horses, and ruling English grooms, he condescended to be exceedingly polite to our hero, whom he had publicly declared at the soirée of the preceding night, to be 'a very bearable being. Such a character from such a man, raised Vivian even more in the estimation of the Reisenburg world, than his flattering reception by the Grand Duke, and his cordial greeting by Madame Carolina.
"Shall you be at his Excellency the Grand Marshal's, to-night?" asked Vivian.
"Who is he?" inquired Mr. Emilius von Aslingen; "ah! that is the new man—the man who was mediatised, is not it?"
"The Prince of Little Lilliput, I mean."
"Yes!" drawled out Mr. von Aslingen; "a barbarian who lived in a castle in a wood. I shall go if I have courage enough; but they say his servants wear skins, and he has got a tail. Good morning to you! I believe he is your friend."
The ball-room was splendidly illuminated. Vivian never recollected witnessing a more brilliant scene. The whole of the Royal Family ​was present, and did honour to their new Officer of state. His Royal Highness was all smiles, and his Consort all diamonds. Stars and uniforms, ribands and orders abounded. All the diplomatic characters wore the different State dresses of their respective Courts. Emilius von Aslingen having given out in the morning, that he should appear as a Captain in the Royal Guards, all the young lords and fops of fashion were consequently ultra militaires. They were not a little annoyed when, late in the evening, their model lounged in, wearing the rich scarlet uniform of a Knight of Malta; of which newly-revived order, Von Aslingen, who had served half a campaign against the Turks, was a member.
The Royal Family had arrived only a few minutes: dancing had not yet commenced. Vivian was at the top of the room, honoured by the notice of Madame Carolina, who complained of his yesterday's absence from the palace. Suddenly the universal hum and buzz, which are always sounding in a crowded room, were stilled; and all present, arrested in their ​conversation and pursuits, stood with their heads turned towards the great door. Thither also Vivian looked, and wonderstruck, beheld—Mr. Beckendorff. His singular appearance, for with the exception of his cavalry boots, he presented the same figure as when he first came forward to receive the Prince of Little Lilliput and Vivian on the lawn, immediately attracted universal attention; but in this crowded room, there were a few who, either from actual experience, or accurate information, were not ignorant that this personage was the Prime Minister The report spread like wildfire. Even the etiquette of a German ball-room, honoured as it was by the presence of the Court, was no restraint to the curiosity and wonder of all present. Yes! even Emilius von Aslingen raised his glass to his eye, and then,—shrugging his shoulders,—his eyes to heaven! But great as was Vivian's astonishment, it was not only occasioned by this unexpected appearance of his former host. Mr. Beckendorff was not alone: a female was leaning on his left arm. A quick glance in a moment convinced Vivian, that she ​was not the original of the mysterious picture. The companion of Beckendorff was very young. Her full voluptuous growth gave you, for a moment, the impression that she was somewhat low in stature; but it was only for a moment, for the lady was by no means short. Her beauty it is impossible to describe. It was of a kind that baffles all phrases, nor have I a single simile at command, to make it more clear, or more confused. Her luxurious form, her blonde complexion, her silken hair, would have all become the languishing Sultana; but then her eyes,—they banished all idea of the Seraglio, and were the most decidedly European, though the most brilliant, that ever glanced: eagles might have proved their young at them. To a countenance which otherwise would have been calm, and perhaps pensive, they gave an expression of extreme vivacity and unusual animation, and perhaps of restlessness and arrogance—it might have been courage. The lady was dressed in the costume of a Chanoinesse of a Couvent des dames nobles; an institution to which Protestant and Catholic ladies are alike admitted. The ​orange-coloured cordon of her canonry, was slung gracefully over her plain black silk-dress, and a diamond cross hung below her waist.
Mr. Beckendorff and his fair companion were instantly welcomed by the Grand Marshal; and Arnelm, and half-a-dozen Chamberlains, all in new uniforms, and extremely agitated, did their utmost, by their exertions in clearing the way, to prevent the Prime-Minister of Reisenburg from paying his respects to his Sovereign. At length, however, Mr. Beckendorff reached the top of the room, and presented the young lady to his Royal Highness, and also to Madame Carolina. Vivian had retired on their approach, and now found himself among a set of young officers—idolaters of Von Aslingen, and of white hats lined with crimson. "Who can she be?" was the universal question. Though all by the query acknowledged their ignorance, yet it is singular that, at the same time, every one was prepared with a response to it. Such are the sources of accurate information!
"And that is Beckendorff, is it?" exclaimed claimed the young Count of Eberstein; "and ​his daughter of course! Well; there is nothing like being a plebeian and a Prime Minister! I suppose Beckendorff will bring an anonymous friend to Court next."
"She cannot be his daughter," said Bernstorff. "To be a Chanoinesse of that order, remember she must be noble."
"Then she must be his niece," answered the young Count of Eberstein. "I think I do remember some confused story about a sister of Beckendorff, who ran away with some Wirtemberg Baron. What was that story, Gernsbach?"
"No, it was not his sister," said the Baron of Gernsbach; "it was his aunt, I think."
"Beckendorff's aunt, what an idea! as if he ever had an aunt! Men of his calibre make themselves out of mud. They have no relations. Well, never mind; there was some story, I am sure, about some woman or other. Depend upon it, that this girl is the child of that woman; whether she be aunt, niece, or daughter. I shall go and tell every one that I know the whole business; this girl is the ​daughter of some woman or other."—So saying, away walked the young Count of Eberstein, to disseminate in all directions the important conclusion to which his logical head had allowed him to arrive.
"Von Weinbren," said the Baron of Gernsbach, "how can you account for this mysterious appearance of the Premier!"
"Oh! when men are on the decline, they do desperate things. I suppose it is to please the renegado."
"Hush! there's the Englishman behind you."
"On dit, another child of Beckendorff."
"Oh no!—secret mission."
"Ah! indeed."
"Here comes Von Aslingen! Well, great Emilius! how solve you this mystery?"
"What mystery? Is there one?"
"I allude to this wonderful appearance of Beckendorff."
"Beckendorff! what a name! who is he?"
"Nonsense! the Premier."
"Well!"
​"You have seen him of course; he is here. Have you just come in?"
"Beckendorff here!" said Von Aslingen, in a tone of affected horror; "I did not know that the fellow was to be visited. It is all over with Reisenburg. I shall go to Vienna to-morrow."
But hark the sprightly music calls to the dance and first the stately Polonaise, an easy gradation between walking and dancing. To the surprise of the whole room, and the indignation of many of the high nobles, the Crown-Prince of Reisenburg led off the Polonaise with the unknown fair one. Such an attention to Beckendorff was a distressing proof of present power and favour. The Polonaise is a dignified promenade, with which German balls invariably commence. The Cavaliers, with an air of studied grace, offer their right hands to their fair partners; and the whole party, in a long file, accurately follow the leading couple through all their scientific evolutions, as they wind through every part of the room. Waltzes in sets speedily followed the Polonaise; and the ​unknown, who was now an object of universal attention, danced with Count von Sohnspeer—another of Beckendorff's numerous progeny, if the reader remember. How scurvily are poor single gentlemen, who live alone, treated by the candid tongues of their fellow-creatures! The Commander-in-chief of the Reisenburg troops was certainly a partner of a very different complexion to the young lady's previous one. The Crown-Prince had undertaken his duty with reluctance, and had performed it without grace: not a single word had he exchanged with his partner during the promenade, and his genuine listlessness was even more offensive than affected apathy. Von Sohnspeer, on the contrary, danced in the true Vienna style, and whirled like a dervish. All our good English prejudices against the soft, the swimming, the sentimental, melting, undulating, dangerous waltz, would quickly disappear, if we only executed the dreaded manœuvres in the true Austrian style. As for myself, far from trembling for any of my daughters, although I particularly pride myself upon my character as a father, ​far from trembling for any of my daughters while joining in the whirling waltz, I should as soon expect them to get sentimental in a swing.
Vivian did not choose to presume upon his late acquaintance with Mr. Beckendorff, as it had not been sought by that gentleman, and he consequently did not pay his respects to the Minister. Mr. Beckendorff continued at the top of the room, standing between the state chairs of his Royal Highness and Madame Carolina, and occasionally addressing an observation to his Sovereign, and answering one of the lady's. Had Mr. Beckendorff been in the habit of attending balls nightly, he could not have exhibited more perfect nonchalance. There he stood, with his arms crossed behind him, his chin resting on his breast, and his raised eyes glancing!
"My dear Prince," said Vivian to the Grand Marshal, you are just the person I wanted to speak to. How came you to invite Beckendorff—and how came he to accept the invitation?"
"My dear friend," said his Highness, shrug​ging his shoulders, "wonders will never cease. I never invited him; I should just as soon have thought of inviting old Schoss Johannisberger."
"Were not you aware, then, of his intention?"
"Not the least! you should rather say attention; for I assure you, I consider it a most particular one. It is quite astonishing, my dear friend, how I mistook that man's character. He really is one of the most gentlemanly, polite, and excellent persons I know: no more mad than you are! And as for his power being on the decline, we know the nonsense of that!"
"Better than most persons, I suspect. Sievers, of course, is not here?"
"No! you have heard about him, I suppose!"
"Heard!—heard what?"
"Not heard! well—he told me yesterday, and said he was going to call upon you directly to let you know."
"Know what?"
"He is a very sensible man, Sievers; and I am very glad at last that he is likely to succeed ​in the world. All men have their little imprudencies, and he was a little too hot once. What of that?—He has come to his senses—so have I; and I hope you will never lose yours!"
"But pray, my dear Prince, tell me what has happened to Sievers."
"He is going to Vienna immediately, and will be very useful there I have no doubt. He has got a very good place, and I am sure he will do his duty. They cannot have an abler man."
"Vienna! well—that is the last city in the world in which I should expect to find Mr. Sievers. What place can he have?—and what services can he perform there?"
"Many! he is to be Editor of the Austrian Observer, and Censor of the Austrian Press. I thought he would do well at last. All men have their imprudent day. I had. I cannot stop now—I must go and speak to the Countess von S——."
As Vivian was doubting whether he should most grieve or laugh, at this singular termination. ​of Mr. Sievers' career, his arm was suddenly seized, and on turning round, he found it was by Mr. Beckendorff.
"There is another very strong argument, Sir," said the Minister, without any of the usual phrases of recognition; "there is another very strong argument against your doctrine of Destiny." And then Mr. Beckendorff, taking Vivian by the arm, began walking up and down part of the saloon with him; and in a few minutes, quite forgetting the scene of the discussion, he was involved in the deepest metaphysics. This incident created another great sensation, and whispers of "secret mission—Secretary of State—decidedly a son," &c. &c. &c. were in an instant afloat in all parts of the room.
The approach of his Royal Highness extricated Vivian from an argument, which was as profound as it was interminable; and as Mr. Beckendorff retired with the Grand Duke into a recess in the ball-room, Vivian was requested by Von Neuwied to attend his Excellency the Grand Marshal.
​"My dear friend," said the Prince, "I saw you talking with a certain person; now is not he what you call a proper man,—gentlemanly, polite, and exceedingly attentive? I did not say any thing to you when I passed you before; but to tell you the truth now, I was a little annoyed that he had not spoken to you. I knew you were as proud as Lucifer, and would not salute him yourself; and between ourselves I had no great wish you should; for, not to conceal it, he did not even mention your name. But the reason of this, is now quite evident, and you must confess he is remarkably attentive. You know, if you remember, we thought that incognito was a little affected—rather annoying, if you recollect. I remember in the green lane, you gave him a gentle cut about it: you have not forgot you told me, perhaps? It was very kind of you, very spirited, and I dare say, did good. Well what I was going to say about that, is this, I dare say now, after all," continued his Excellency, with a very knowing look, a certain person had very good reasons for that not that he ever told them to me, nor ​that I have the slightest idea of them; but when a person is really so exceedingly polite and attentive, I always think he would never do any thing disagreeable without a cause,—and it was exceedingly disagreeable, if you remember, my dear friend. I never knew to whom he was speaking. Von Philipson indeed! hah! hah! hah! when one does remember certain things in one's life—hah! hah! hah! eh Grey?—you remember that cucumber? and Owl-face, eh? hah! hah! hah! and Madame Clara, eh? Well! we did not think, the day we were floundering down that turf road, that it would end in this. Grand Marshal! rather a more brilliant scene than the Giants' Hall at Turriparva, I think, eh?—hah! hah! hah! But all men have their imprudent days; the best way is to forget them. There was poor Sievers: who ever did more imprudent things than he? and now it is very likely he will do very well in the world, eh? Well! there is no end to talking so. What I want of you, my dear fellow, is this. There is that girl who came with Beckendorff: who the deuce she is, I don't ​know—let us hope the best! We must pay her every attention. I dare say she is his daughter. You have not forgotten the portrait, I dare say. Well! we all were gay once, you know, Grey. All men have their imprudent day;—why should not Beckendorff?—speaks rather in his favour, I think. Well, this girl, you know;—His Royal Highness very kindly made the Crown-Prince walk the Polonaise with her—very kind of him, and very proper. What attention can be too great for the daughter or friend of such a man!—a man who, in two words, may be said to have made Reisenburg. For what was Reisenburg before Beckendorff? Ah! what? Perhaps we were happier then, after all: and then there was no Royal Highness to bow to; no person to be condescending, except ourselves. But never mind! we'll forget. After all, this life has its charms. What a brilliant scene!—but I ramble so—this girl—every attention should be paid her, of course. The Crown-Prince was so kind as to walk the Polonaise with her;—and Von Sohnspeer—he is a brute, to be sure; but then he is a Field Mar​shal. I did not know, till to-day, that in public processions the Grand Marshal takes precedence of the Field Marshal! That is, I walk before Von Sohnspeer: and what is more just?—precisely as it should be. Ah! I never shall come to the point—this girl,—every attention should be paid her; and I think, considering what has taken place between Beckendorff and yourself, and the very polite, and marked, and flattering, and particularly attentive manner in which he recognised you,—I think, that after all this, and considering every thing, the etiquette is for you, my dear Grey, particularly as you are a foreigner, and my personal friend—indeed my most particular friend, for in fact I owe every thing to you—my life, and more than my life,—I think, I repeat, considering all this, that the least you can do is to ask her to dance with you; and I, as the host, will introduce you. I am sorry, my dear friend," continued his Excellency, with a look of great regret, "to introduce you to——; but we will not speak about it. We have no right to complain of Mr. Beckendorff. No person could possibly ​behave to us in a manner more polite, and gentlemanly, and attentive."
After an introductory speech, in his Excellency's happiest manner, and in which an eulogium of Vivian, and a compliment to the fair unknown, got almost as completely entangled as the origin of slavery, and the history of the feudal system, in his more celebrated harangue; Vivian found himself waltzing with the anonymous beauty. The Grand Marshal, during the process of introduction, had given the young lady every opportunity of declaring her name; but every opportunity was thrown away. "She must be incog." whispered his Excellency: "Miss von Philipson, I suppose?"
Vivian was extremely desirous of discovering the nature of the relationship, or connexion, between Beckendorff and his partner. The rapid waltz allowed no pause for conversation; but after the dance, Vivian seated himself at her side, with the determination of not very quickly deserting it. The lady did not even allow him the satisfaction of commencing the conversation; for no sooner was she seated, than ​she begged to know who the person was with whom she had previously waltzed. The history of Count von Solmspeer exceedingly amused her; and no sooner had Vivian finished his anecdote, than the lady said, "Ah! I see you are an amusing person. Now tell me the history of every body in the room."
"Really," said Vivian, "I fear I shall forfeit my reputation of being amusing very speedily; for I am almost as great a stranger at this Court as you appear to be yourself! Count von Sohnspeer is too celebrated a personage at Reisenburg, to have allowed even me to be long ignorant of his history; and, as for the rest, as far as I can judge, they are most of them as obscure as myself, and not nearly as interesting as you are!"
"Are you an Englishman?" asked the lady.
"I am."
"I supposed so, both from your travelling and your appearance: I think the English countenance is very peculiar."
"Indeed! we do not flatter ourselves so at home."
​"Yes! it is peculiar," said the lady, in a tone which seemed to imply that contradiction was unusual; "and I think that you are all handsome! I admire the English, which in this part of the world is singular; in the South, you know, we are generally francisé."
"I am aware of that," said Vivian. "There, for instance," pointing to a very pompous-looking personage, who at that moment strutted by; "there, for instance, is the most francisé person in all Reisenburg! that is our Grand Chamberlain. He considers himself a most felicitous copy of Louis the Fourteenth! He allows nothing thing in his opinions and phrases, but what is orthodox. As it generally happens in such cases, his orthodoxy is rather obsolete."
"Who is that knight of Malta?" asked the lady.
"The most powerful individual in the room," answered Vivian.
"Who can he be?" asked the lady with eagerness
"Behold him, and tremble!" rejoined Vivian: "for with him it rests to decide, whether ​you are civilized, or a savage; whether you are to be abhorred, or admired; idolized, or despised. Nay, do not be alarmed! there are a few heretics, even in Reisenburg, who, like myself, value from conviction, and not from fashion; and who will be ever ready, in spite of a Von Aslingen anathema, to evince our admiration where it is due."
The lady pleaded fatigue, as an excuse for not again dancing; and Vivian, of course, did not quit her side. Her lively remarks, piquant observations, and very singular questions, highly amused him; and he was equally flattered by the evident gratification which his conversation afforded her. It was chiefly of the principal members of the Court that she spoke: she was delighted with Vivian's glowing character of Madame Carolina, whom she said she had this evening seen for the first time. Who this unknown could be, was a question which often occurred to him; and the singularity of a man like Beckendorff, suddenly breaking through his habits, and outraging the whole system of his existence, to please a ​daughter, or niece, or female cousin, did not fail to strike him.
"I have the honour of being acquainted with Mr. Beckendorff," said Vivian. This was the first time that the Minister's name had been mentioned.
"I perceived you talking with him," was the answer.
"You are staying, I suppose, at Mr. Beckendorff's?"
"Not at present."
"You have, of course, been at his retreat—delightful place!"
"Very elegant!"
"Are you an ornithologist?" asked Vivian, smiling.
"Not at all scientific; but I, of course, can now tell a lory from a Java sparrow—and a bullfinch from a canary. The first day I was there, I never shall forget the surprise I experienced, when, after the noon meal being finished, the aviary door was opened. After that, I always let the creatures out myself; and one day I opened all the cages at once. If you could but have witnessed the scene! I am ​sure you would have been quite delighted with it. As for poor Mr. Beckendorff, I thought even he would have gone out of his mind; and when I brought in the white peacock, he actually left the room in despair. Pray how do you like Madame Clara, and Owlface too? Which do you think the most beautiful? I am no great favourite with the old lady. Indeed, it was very kind of Mr. Beckendorff to bear with every thing as he did: I am sure he is not much used to lady visitors."
"I trust that your visit to him will not be very short?"
"My stay at Reisenburg will not be very long" said the young lady, with rather a grave countenance. "Have you been here any time?"
"About a fortnight: it was a mere chance my coming at all. I was going on straight to Vienna."
"To Vienna! indeed! Well, I am glad you did not miss Reisenburg; you must not quit it now. You know that this is not the Vienna season?"
​"I am aware of it; but I am such a restless person, that I never regulate my movements by those of other people."
"But surely you find Reisenburg very agreeable?"
"Very much so; but I am a confirmed wanderer."
"Why are you?" asked the lady, with great naïveté.
Vivian looked grave; and the lady, as if she were sensible of having unintentionally occasioned him a painful recollection, again expressed her wish that he should not inmediately quit the Court, and trusted that circumstances would not prevent him acceding to her desire.
"It does not even depend upon circumstances," said Vivian; "the whim of the moment is my only principle of action, and therefore I may be off to-night, or be here a month hence."
"Oh! pray stay then," said his companion, eagerly; "I expect you to stay now. If you could only have an idea what a relief con​versing with you is, after having been dragged by the Crown-Prince, and whirled by that Von Sohnspeer! Heigho! I could almost sigh at the very remembrance of that doleful Polonaise."
The lady ended, with a faint laugh, a sentence which apparently had been commenced in no light vein. She did not cease speaking, but continued to request Vivian to remain at Reisenburg at least as long as herself. Her frequent requests were perfectly unnecessary, for the promise had been pledged at the first hint of her wish; but this was not the only time during the evening, that Vivian had remarked, that his interesting companion occasionally talked without apparently being sensible that she was conversing.
The young Count of Eberstein, who, to use his own phrase, was 'sadly involved,' and consequently very desirous of being appointed a forest Councillor, thought that he should secure his appointment, by condescending to notice the person whom he delicately styled 'the Minister's female relative.' To his great mortification and surprise, the honour was declined; and ​'the female relative,' being unwilling to dance again, but perhaps feeling it necessary to break off her conversation with her late partner, it having already lasted a most unusual time, highly gratified his Excellency the Grand Marshal by declaring that she would dance with Prince Maximilian. "This, to say the least, was very attentive of Miss von Philipson."
Little Max, who had just tact enough to discover, that to be the partner of the fair incognita was the place of honour of the evening, now considered himself by much the most important personage in the room. In fact, he was only second to Emilius von Aslingen. The evident contest which was ever taking place between his natural feelings as a boy, and his acquired habits as a courtier, made him a very amusing companion. He talked of the Gardens, and the Opera, in a style not unworthy of the young Count of Eberstein. He thought that Madame Carolina was as charming as usual to-night; but, on the contrary, that the Countess von S—— was looking rather ill—and this put him in mind of her ladyship's ​new equipage; and then, à propos to equipages, what did his companion think of the new fashion of the Hungarian harness? His lively and kind companion encouraged the boy's tattle; and, emboldened by her good-nature, he soon forgot his artificial speeches, and was quickly rattling on about Turriparva, and his horses, and his dogs, and his park, and his guns, and his grooms. Soon after the waltz, the lady, taking the arm of the young Prince, walked up to Mr. Beckendorff. He received her with very great attention, and led her to Madame Carolina, who rose, seated Mr. Beckendorff's 'female relative' by her side, and evidently said something extremely agreeable.
Mr. Beckendorff had been speaking to Von Sohnspeer, who was now again dancing; and the Minister was standing by himself, in his usual attitude, and quite abstracted. Young Maximilian, who seemed to be very much struck by the Minister's appearance, continued, after losing his partner, to eye Mr. Beckendorff with a very scrutinizing glance. By degrees he drew nearer and nearer to the object of his examina​tion, sometimes staring at him with intenseness, and occasionally casting his eyes to the ground as if he thought he was observed. At length he had come up quite close to the Premier, and waiting for an instant until he had caught his eye, he made a most courteous bow, and said in a very agitated voice, as if he already repented his rash venture, "I think, Sir, that you have dropped the pin out of this part of your dress."
Here the young Prince pointed with a shaking finger to the part of the breast in Mr. Beckendorff's costume, where the small piece of flannel waistcoat invariably made its appearance.
"You think so, Sir, do you?" said the Prime Minister of Reisenburg. "Pray, at what o'clock do you go to bed?"
If you have ever seen a barking dog, reached by the dexterous lash of some worried equestrian, suddenly slink away; his annoying yell instantaneously silenced, and his complacent grin of ludicrous importance changed into a doleful look of unexpected discomfiture; you may form some idea of the shuffling rapidity with which the young Prince Maximilian disap​peared from the presence of Mr. Beckendorff; and the countenance of actual alarm with which he soon sought refuge in another part of the room. In the fright of the moment, the natural feelings of the child all returned; and, like all frightened children, he sought a friend—he ran to Vivian.
"I know something!" said the boy.
"What?"
"I'll tell you a secret: you must not say a word though—upon your honour?"
"Oh, certainly!"
"Put your ear down lower: any body looking?"
"No, no!"
"Sure nobody can hear?"
"Certainly not!"
"Then I'll tell you what: lean down a little lower—sure nobody is listening?—I—I—I don't like that Mr. Beckendorff!"