republic；　and　his　youth　was　nurtured　in　the　traditions　of　liberty；　he　was
  one　of　the　greatest　souls　of　any　time；　and　he　must　have　known　the
  impossibility　of　the　thing　they　pretended；　but　he　died　and　made　no　sign；
  and　the　poet's　friendship　with　the　prince　has　passed　smoothly　into
  history　as　one　of　the　things　that　might　really　be。　　They　worked　and
  played　together；　they　dined　and　danced；　they　picnicked　and　poetized；　each
  on　his　own　side　of　the　impassable　gulf；　with　an　air　of　its　not　being
  there　which　probably　did　not　deceive　their　contemporaries　so　much　as
  posterity。
  A　part　of　the　palace　was　of　course　undergoing　repair；　and　in　the　gallery
  beyond　the　conservatory　a　company　of　workmen　were　sitting　at　a　table
  where　they　had　spread　their　luncheon。　　They　were　somewhat　subdued　by　the
  consciousness　of　their　august　environment；　but　the　sight　of　them　was
  charming；　they　gave　a　kindly　interest　to　the　place　which　it　had　wanted
  before；　and　which　the　Marches　felt　again　in　another　palace　where　the
  custodian　showed　them　the　little　tin　dishes　and　saucepans　which　the
  German　Empress　Augusta　and　her　sisters　played　with　when　they　were
  children。　　The　sight　of　these　was　more　affecting　even　than　the　withered
  wreaths　which　they　had　left　on　the　death…bed　of　their　mother；　and　which
  are　still　mouldering　there。
  This　was　in　the　Belvedere；　the　country　house　on　the　height　overlooking
  Weimar；　where　the　grand…ducal　family　spend　the　month　of　May；　and　where
  the　stranger　finds　himself　amid　overwhelming　associations　of　Goethe；
  although　the　place　is　so　full　of　relics　and　memorials　of　the　owners。
  It　seemed　in　fact　to　be　a　storehouse　for　the　wedding…presents　of　the
  whole　connection；　which　were　on　show　in　every　room；　Mrs。　March　hardly
  knew　whether　they　heightened　the　domestic　effect　or　took　from　it；　but
  they　enabled　her　to　verify　with　the　custodian's　help　certain　royal
  intermarriages　which　she　had　been　in　doubt　about　before。
  Her　zeal　for　these　made　such　favor　with　him　that　he　did　not　spare　them　a
  portrait　of　all　those　which　March　hoped　to　escape；　he　passed　them　over；
  scarcely　able　to　stand；　to　the　gardener；　who　was　to　show　them　the　open…
  air　theatre　where　Goethe　used　to　take　part　in　the　plays。
  The　Natur…Theater　was　of　a　classic　ideal；　realized　in　the　trained　vines
  and　clipped　trees　which　formed　the　coulisses。　　There　was　a　grassy　space
  for　the　chorus　and　the　commoner　audience；　and　then　a　few　semicircular
  gradines　cut　in　the　turf；　one　alcove　another；　where　the　more　honored
  spectators　sat。　　Behind　the　seats　were　plinths　bearing　the　busts　of
  Goethe；　Schiller；　Wieland；　and　Herder。　　It　was　all　very　pretty；　and　if
  ever　the　weather　in　Weimar　was　dry　enough　to　permit　a　performance；　it
  must　have　been　charming　to　see　a　play　in　that　open　day　to　which　the　drama
  is　native；　though　in　the　late　hours　it　now　keeps　in　the　thick　air　of
  modern　theatres　it　has　long　forgotten　the　fact。　　It　would　be　difficult　to
  be　Greek　under　a　German　sky；　even　when　it　was　not　actually　raining；　but
  March　held　that　with　Goethe's　help　it　might　have　been　done　at　Weimar；　and
  his　wife　and　he　proved　themselves　such　enthusiasts　for　the　Natur…Theater
  that　the　walnut…faced　old　gardener　who　showed　it　put　together　a　sheaf　of
  the　flowers　that　grew　nearest　it　and　gave　them　to　Mrs。　March　for　a
  souvenir。
  They　went　for　a　cup　of　tea　to　the　caf？which　looks；　as　from　another
  eyebrow　of　the　hill；　out　over　lovely　little　Weimar　in　the　plain　below。
  In　a　moment　of　sunshine　the　prospect　was　very　smiling；　but　their　spirits
  sank　over　their　tea　when　it　came；　they　were　at　least　sorry　they　had　not
  asked　for　coffee。　　Most　of　the　people　about　them　were　taking　beer；
  including　the　pretty　girls　of　a　young　ladies'　school；　who　were　there　with
  their　books　and　needle…work；　in　the　care　of　one　of　the　teachers；
  apparently　for　the　afternoon。
  Mrs。　March　perceived　that　they　were　not　so　much　engaged　with　their　books
  or　their　needle…work　but　they　had　eyes　for　other　things；　and　she　followed
  the　glances　of　the　girls　till　they　rested　upon　the　people　at　a　table
  somewhat　obliquely　to　the　left。　　These　were　apparently　a　mother　and
  daughter；　and　they　were　listening　to　a　young　man　who　sat　with　his　back　to
  Mrs。　March；　and　leaned　low　over　the　table　talking　to　them。　　They　were
  both　smiling　radiantly；　and　as　the　girl　smiled　she　kept　turning　herself
  from　the　waist　up；　and　slanting　her　face　from　this　side　to　that；　as　if　to
  make　sure　that　every　one　saw　her　smiling。
  Mrs。　March　felt　her　husband's　gaze　following　her　own；　and　she　had　just
  time　to　press　her　finger　firmly　on　his　arm　and　reduce　his　cry　of
  astonishment　to　the　hoarse　whisper　in　which　he　gasped；　〃Good　gracious！
  It's　the　pivotal　girl！〃
  At　the　same　moment　the　girl　rose　with　her　mother；　and　with　the　young　man；
  who　had　risen　too；　came　directly　toward　the　Marches　on　their　way　out　of
  the　place　without　noticing　them；　though　Burnamy　passed　so　near　that　Mrs。
  March　could　almost　have　touched　him。
  She　had　just　strength　to　say；　〃Well；　my　dear！　　That　was　the　cut　direct。〃
  She　said　this　in　order　to　have　her　husband　reassure　her。　　〃Nonsense！　He
  never　saw　us。　　Why　didn't　you　speak　to　him？〃
  〃Speak　to　him？　　I　never　shall　speak　to　him　again。　　No！　　This　is　the　last
  of　Mr。　Burnamy　for　me。　　I　shouldn't　have　minded　his　not　recognizing　us；
  for；　as　you　say；　I　don't　believe　he　saw　us；　but　if　he　could　go　back　to
  such　a　girl　as　that；　and　flirt　with　her；　after　Miss　Triscoe；　that's　all　I
  wish　to　know　of　him。　　Don't　you　try　to　look　him　up；　Basil。！　　I'm　glad…
  yes；　I'm　glad　he　doesn't　know　how　Stoller　has　come　to　feel　about　him；　he
  deserves　to　suffer；　and　I　hope　he'll　keep　on　suffering：　You　were　quite
  right；　my　dearand　it　shows　how　true　your　instinct　is　in　such　things　（I
  don't　call　it　more　than　instinct）not　to　tell　him　what　Stoller　said；　and
  I　don't　want　you　ever　should。〃
  She　had　risen　in　her　excitement；　and　was　making　off　in　such　haste　that
  she　would　hardly　give　him　time　to　pay　for　their　tea；　as　she　pulled　him
  impatiently　to　their　carriage。
  At　last　he　got　a　chance　to　say；　〃I　don't　think　I　can　quite　promise　that；
  my　mind's　been　veering　round　in　the　other　direction。　　I　think　I　shall
  tell　him。〃
  〃What！　　After　you've　seen　him　flirting　with　that　girl？　　Very　well；　then；
  you　won't；　my　dear；　that's　all！　　He's　behaving　very　basely　to　Agatha。〃
  〃What's　his　flirtation　with　all　the　girls　in　the　universe　to　do　with　my
  duty　to　him？　　He　has　a　right　to　know　what　Stoller　thinks。　　And　as　to　his
  behaving　badly　toward　Miss　Triscoe；　how　has　he　done　it？　　So　far　as　you
  know；　there　is　nothing　whatever　between　them。　　She　either　refused　him
  outright；　that　last　night　in　Carlsbad；　or　else　she　made　impossible
  conditions　with　him。　　Burnamy　is　simply　consoling　himself；　and　I　don't
  blame　him。〃
  〃Consoling　himself　with　a　pivotal　girl！〃　　cried　Mrs。　March。
  〃Yes；　with　a　pivotal　girl。　　Her　pivotality　may　be　a　nervous　idiosyncrasy；
  or　it　may　be　the　effect　of　tight　lacing；　perhaps　she　has　to　keep　turning
  and　twisting　that　way　to　get　breath。　　But　attribute　the　worst　motive：　say
  it　is　to　make　people　look　at　her！　Well；　Burnamy　has　a　right　to　look　with
  the　rest；　and　I　am　not　going　to　renounce　him　because　he　takes　refuge　with
  one　pretty　girl　from　another。　　It's　what　men　have　been　doing　from　the
  beginning　of　time。〃
  〃Oh；　I　dare　say！〃
  〃Men；〃　he　went　on；　〃are　very　delicately　constituted；　very　peculiarly。
  They　have　been　known　to　seek　the　society　of　girls　in　general；　of　any
  girl；　because　some　girl　has　made　them　happy；　and　when　some　girl　has　made
  them　unhappy；　they　are　still　more　susceptible。　　Burnamy　may　be　merely
  amusing　himself；　or　he　may　be　consoling　himself；　but　in　either　case　I
  think　the　pivotal　girl　has　as　much　right　to　him　as　Miss　Triscoe。　　She　had
  him　first；　and　I'm　all　for　her。〃
  LXI。
  Burnamy　came　away　from　seeing　the　pivotal　girl　and　her　mother　off　on　the
  train　which　they　were　taking　that　evening　for　Frankfort　and　Hombourg；　and
  strolled　back　through　the　Weimar　streets　little　at　ease　with　himself。
  While　he　was　with　the　girl　and　near　her　he　had　felt　the　attraction　by
  which　youth　impersonally　draws　youth；　the　charm　which　mere　maid　has　for
  mere　man；　but　once　beyond　the　range　of　this　he　felt　sick　at　heart　and
  ashamed。　　He　was　aware　of　having　used　her　folly　as　an　anodyne　for　the
  pain　which　was　always　gnawing　at　him；　and　he　had　managed　to　forget　it　in
  her　folly；　but　now　it　came　back；　and　the　sense　that　he　had　been　reckless
  of　her　rights　came　with　it。　　He　had　done　his　best　to　make　her　think　him
  in　love　with　her；　by　everything　but　words；　he　wondered　how　he　could　be
  such　an　ass；　such　a　wicked　ass；　as　to　try　making　her　promise　to　write　to
  him　from　Frankfort；　he　wished　never　to　see　her　again；　and　he　wished　still
  less　to　hear　from　her。　　It　was　some　comfort　to　reflect　that　she　had　not
  promised；　but　it　was　not　comfort　enough　to　restore　him　to　such
  fragmentary　self…respect　as　he　had　been　enjoying　since　he　parted　with
  Agatha　Triscoe　in　Carlsbad；　he　could　not　even　get　back　to　the　resentment
  with　which　he　had　been　staying　himself　somewhat　before　the　pivotal　girl
  unexpectedly　appeared　with　her　mother　in　Weimar。
  It　was　Sedan　Day；　but　there　was　apparently　no　official　observance　of　the
  holiday；　perhaps　because　the　Grand…Duke　was　away　at　the