The young Provencal had met the fate which attends all handsome
bachelors. In 1804, at Frankfort on the Main, he was adored by Bettina
Wallenrod, only daughter of a banker, and he married her with all the
more enthusiasm because she was rich and a noted beauty, while he was
only a lieutenant with no prospects but the extremely problematical
future of a soldier of fortune of that day. Old Wallenrod, a decayed
German baron (there is always a baron in a German bank) delighted to
know that the handsome lieutenant was the sole representative of the
Mignon de La Bastie, approved the love of the blonde Bettina, whose
beauty an artist (at that time there really was one in Frankfort) had
lately painted as an ideal head of Germany. Wallenrod invested enough
money in the French funds to give his daughter thirty thousand francs
a year, and settled it on his anticipated grandsons, naming them
counts of La Bastie-Wallenrod. This "dot" made only a small hole in
his cash-box, the value of money being then very low. But the Empire,
pursuing a policy often attempted by other debtors, rarely paid its
dividends; and Charles was rather alarmed at this investment, having
less faith than his father-in-law in the imperial eagle.
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