“For the Copenhageners also,” said Otto, “there were three colors. These things occupied the multitude with equal interest: the July Revolution, the ‘Letters of a Wandering Ghost,’ and Kellermann’s ‘Berlin Wit.’”
“Now you are bitter, Mr. Thostrup,” said the lady of the house. “The really educated did not occupy themselves with these Berlin ‘Eckensteher’ which the multitude have rendered national!”
“But they hit the right mark!” said Otto; “they met with a reception from the citizens and people in office.”
“That I can easily believe,” remarked Joachim; “that is like the people here!”
“That is like the people abroad!” said the hostess. “In Paris they pass over still more easily from a revolution, in which they themselves have taken part, to a review by Jules Janin, or to a new step of Taglioni’s, and from that to ‘une histoire scandaleuse!’”
“No, my gracious lady, of the last no one takes any notice—it belongs to the order of the day!”
“That I can easily believe!” said Miss Sophie.
The man of business now inquired after the Chamber. The cousin’s answer was quite satisfactory. The lady of the house wished to hear of the flower-markets, and of the sweet little inclosed gardens in the Places. Sophie wished to hear of Victor Hugo. She received a description of him, of his abode in the Place Royale, and of the whole Europe littéraire beside. Cousin Joachim was extremely interesting.
Otto did not pay another visit for two days.
“Where have you been for so long?” asked Sophie, when he came again.