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The estate can wait, the land won't run away, but we must be married now! Of course Toni seconded everything he said. What could I do? I let them name the day then and there." Frau von Eschenhagen laughed. "The young are in a hurry to marry, though they have plenty of time to wait."
"Oh!" cried Marietta as she drew back hastily. "You have a terrible grip, Herr von Eschenhagen. I believe you have broken my finger." Willibald, glowing from embarrassment and mortification, was about to stammer an apology, when the doctor came to his rescue by inviting him to come in. This invitation he accepted without speaking, and followed his host into the house.
Frau von Eschenhagen admitted that he was right, and she was glad enough to have Will go. He had made no further attempt to assert himself against her motherly authority, and appeared to have fully regained his reason again.
"You have lived in Burgsdorf ever since your marriage; you must acknowledge that yourself!" "I acknowledge nothing at all," declared Frau von Eschenhagen, obstinately. "Will shall become a capable farmer; he is qualified for that, and for that he needs no cramming at your universities. Or perhaps you'd like to educate him in your own school, and make a diplomatist of him?
Marietta, however, has always visited us regularly during her vacations, when she came home to her grandfather, and I do not see why I should forbid her doing so as long as she remains respectable and honest." Frau von Eschenhagen had listened to this reasonable explanation without unbending in the least. She now said spitefully: "Respectable and honest in a theatre!
Her voice failed her, and her face bore a new, pained expression, while it was with difficulty she restrained the tears. Frau von Eschenhagen felt she had gone too far in her candid statement. "I do not want to annoy you, my child," she said, unbending a little. "I only wanted to make it clear to you that "
"Oh, yes, I was a kinsman of his sister's late husband. I see you do not remember me. My name is Willibald von Eschenhagen. I have met your highness several times in past years." "At Fürstenstein!" exclaimed Egon with animation. "Certainly, now I remember you well, but it is wonderful what a change the uniform makes in one's appearance. I didn't recognize you at all at first."
But to me this beautiful, cool Adelheid, with her 'sensible' ideas, which would do a grandmother credit, is not at all sympathetic. A thoughtless maiden, who falls over head and ears in love, and then declares to her parents, 'This one, or none, suits me far better." "Those are fine opinions for the father of a family to express," cried Frau von Eschenhagen, much ruffled.
I beg you to accept my protection, Fräulein, and I'll pledge myself that you'll not be insulted again." And then something unheard of, almost past belief, happened. Herr von Eschenhagen, without awkwardness or embarrassment, with the grace of a gentleman of the old school, offered Fräulein Volkmar his arm and led her away, without troubling himself farther about the low scoundrel!
Now that we are under the same roof, within the same four walls, I will venture. He is my own father and I am his son!" From the castle clock of Rodeck sounded forth ten slow, heavy strokes. Without in the forest all was still, and within was the silence of death. The old steward and the servants had all gone to bed, as had also Frau von Eschenhagen.
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