A Silver Brand — page 49: what you’re looking at

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A SILVER BRAND. 41 We were educated here to admire all things that pertain to America. Iam right happy that my dear father is at last permitted to entertain one of its worthy sons.” “TI can only be sensible of my unworthiness of all - this generous kindness,” faltered Dalberg The baron smiled gayly. 3 “We consider ourselves the best judges of that, my excellent young man. And now pray give your arm to my daughter, and let us answer the sum- mons to dinner.” | In another moment they were entering the mag- nificent dining-room, whose great chandeliers were all aglow with light, casting their crystal shimmer down upon the richly appointed board, where the daintiest china and the shining silver flashed back the radiance till the eye almost ached with excess of brightness. Aubrey could not indeed have imagined anything more brilliant or gorgeous had a royal party been present. The magnificent silver dishes, the rich perfume of the wreathing flowers, the savory odors of the tempting viands, the crowd of servants in their rich livery, the grand-looking old baron in his lace ruffles and court suit; Roderich, handsome and noble, opposite, and the beautiful, | stately woman beside him, her diadem of precious jewels coruscating rainbow flashes at every move- ment of her head. No wonder the young man’s brain was half-turned and he was unable to fully realize that he was in the midst of an actual and living experience. There came, however, a little incident to prove that it was not entirely visionary. While they were yet settling themselves into the luxurious seats, there came the sound of a slow and firm step. The waiters lost their stolid, impassive look, and glanced at each other, and then toward the baron in’ sharp inquiry. . The next instant, Herr von Schubert’s tall form, and cool, calm face appeared at the door-way. Once again a deep, sullen red poured over the Baron Valentin’s face. Herose up in his seat, his Eomicbooks (e(@)