“You are staying, I suppose, at Mr. Beckendorff’s?”
“Not at present.”
“You have, of course, been at his retreat; delightful place!”
“Yes!”
“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 everything 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?”