The Hofraadinde
A THRILLING TALE
On the evening of the second of August, I and a number of young people, assembled at the house of a friend to celebrate the anniversary of his marriage. Our host possessed that courtesy and gaiety of manner which never fails to promote the mirth and enjoyment of a party; and as to his young wife, whose joyous and blooming countenance spoke the happiness of her lot, she was the first in every scheme suggested for the amusement of her guests. After having spent a most delightful evening, we were just about to bid good night to our kind entertainers. When we heard a carriage roll down the street, upon which I stepped to the window, and by the light of the carriage lamps, I saw a splendid chariot stop at the opposite dwelling.
“Who comes home so late?” asked one of the party.
“That is our beautiful neighbor, the Hofraadinde,” replied our host, [“]who seldom returns before midnight from her fashionable parties.”
“Is she a widow?” said one of the ladies.
“By no means,” replied our hostess; “but she finds little pleasure in having her husband always by her side, who might almost be her father from the disparity of their years, and who would find some difficulty in keeping pace with the dissipation of his young wife; while she is amusing herself with the gaieties of the world, the old gentleman is shut up in his study, engrossed with his pen and his politics.”
Meanwhile the step of the carriage was let down, and an elegant female alighted, whose costly attire showed the high rank to which she belonged. The important business of… Read More