Beloved Sisters Page #2

But when Caroline visited her sister

in Weimar, misfortune had already struck.

I've made some inquiries.

Mr. Heron left for Berlin yesterday.

He wants to go to India

to lead the heroic life of a soldier,

as he told us at some length

in his farewell letter.

- Is one to believe that?

- One should believe it.

Or one would make room

for other assumptions.

The fact is, Lollo,

the nice Scotsman stood you up.

He may have written you

many nice English verses,

and he wants

to visit you on his return, but...

Where are you going, my child?

My apologies.

Please allow me to withdraw, Aunt.

Give me a moment to myself, Line.

Charlotte still doesn't realize

her market value.

She shows no ambition to seem

alluring in society or in general.

It's trs sympathique

but not very promising.

Maybe one should encourage her?

Yes.

She has so much to offer.

All right,

her conversational skills are poor.

Wit isn't her strong suit,

but the way she behaves,

she's selling herself short.

It's not at all what you think.

I'm not sad about the Captain.

- Then why?

- I'm just so ashamed.

Because Maman sent me here,

and all the clothes you bought me.

Your husband too, and I'm supposed

to find a well-situated husband.

Now I can't even hold

on to this English war-horse.

- Didn't you want him then?

- No.

No, for heaven's sake.

But I would have married him.

If you'd all persuaded me,

"Marry him, you won't find anyone better."

We certainly wouldn't have done that.

You should find someone you love.

Someone who makes you happy.

- I don't think I have the courage to love.

- Why not?

I'd only wish for a husband

who's a little like our father.

You baby.

Our father was a poor, ailing man.

He was paralyzed.

He was gentle and only spoke lovingly.

Of everything.

Of people, nature...

Not like these vipers at court

who judge everything

and weigh every word.

Haven't you met a single young man

here in Weimar whom you like?

On the day of her return home,

Caroline finds a two-week old letter

on her sister's desk

from a Herr Friedrich Schiller,

telling Charlotte that after

their first meeting at her window

he had often looked out for her there,

that he knew who she was

and asked her to signal

that they could meet again.

Without hesitation

Caroline writes him a reply.

"Herr Friedrich Schiller,

Weimar, Am Frauenplan."

Dear Herr Schiller,

you don't know me

but I found your note to my sister

Charlotte von Lengefeld on her desk

and took the liberty of reading it.

It strikes me that the two of you

got on well at once.

I worry a bit about my little sister.

"Could you look after her a little?"

Frau von Stein, I request permission

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