timent told me that if I made an effort, and got quickly through
the Leipzig gate, and then to Unter den Linden, I should meet the
family, at the slow rate they were walking at, somewhere near the
castle; so I ran as hard as I could; and I did meet them, very near the
place where I had thought I should. I followed them at a little
distance, and found out, that same evening, where the beautiful
creature lived. You will probably laugh when I tell you that I thought
I could scent a mysterious perfume of rose and carnation, actually in
Green Street itself. For the rest, I conducted myself like some boy in
a state of calf-love, who destroys the finest trees, contrary to the
forest regulations, by carving interlaced initials on them, and carries
about a withered petal, which the beloved has dropped, next his heart,
wrapped in seven pieces of paper. That is, I used to pass under her
window twelve, fifteen, or twenty times a-day; and if I saw her at it,
I would stare at her, without any salutation, in a way which must have
been funny enough. Heaven only knows how I arrived at the conviction
that she understood me, and was fully conscious of the psychical
influence which she had exerted on me in that flower-vision, and
recognized in me him over whom the hostile carnation had cast a dark
pall as he was striving to clasp her, who had thus risen as a planet of
love in the depths of his being. That very day I sat down and wrote to
her. I told her my vision; how I had then seen her at the Webersche
Zelt, and known her as the being of my dream. I said I knew she fancied
she loved another, and that in this connection something disastrous had
come into her life. There could be no doubt, I said, that she, like me,
had become aware of our intimate psychic relation, and our mutual
devotion, in some dream-consciousness such as my own; though perhaps it
was but now that my vision had clearly revealed to her all that had
been slumbering in the depths of her nature; but, in order that this
might come, joyfully and gladsomely, into actual life, so that I might
approach her with a heart at rest, I implored her to be at the window
the next day, at twelve o'clock, and, as an unmistakeable symbol of our
happy love, to wear fresh-blown roses on her breast. Should she,
however, be irresistibly drawn away from her _rapport_ with me, through
hostile deception, by some other--if she rejected me without remead--I
asked her to wear carnations instead of ros