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The servant silently greeted him and turned towards the stairs to call Belotti; for the "player-man" had already enquired more than once for the steward. Wilhelm entered the little room where he usually waited, and for the first time found another visitor there, but in a somewhat peculiar attitude. Father Damianus sat bolt upright in an arm-chair, with his head drooping on one side, sound asleep.
The burgomaster quietly unfolded it, and, while reading its contents aloud, the notary and city clerk looked over his shoulder. The property was to be divided among various churches and convents, where masses were to be read for her soul, and her nearest blood relations. Belotti and Denise received small legacies.
The Junker grasped his sword, but soon removed his hand from the hilt, for it was Belotti, who came out and greeted the signorina. Henrica followed him into the house and there talked with him in a low tone, until Georg called her, saying: "Fraulein Van Hoogstraten, may I ask for a word of farewell?" "Farewell, Herr von Dornburg!" she answered distantly, but advanced a step towards him.
"The chevalier's room isn't fit for my mistress's sick niece," replied Belotti civilly, but resolutely. "Isn't it? And you know exactly?" asked his mistress scornfully. "Go down, Denise, and order the sedan-chair to be brought up. Have you anything more to say, Belotti?" "Yes, Padrona," replied the Italian, in a trembling voice. "I beg your excellenza to dismiss me."
"I'm sorry for the young lady in your house, Herr Peter," cried the notary, "it would be easier to get sparks from rye-bread, than such a sum from the debt-laden poor devil. The daughter's portion will be curtailed by the father; that's what I call bargaining between relations." "What can be in the casket?" asked the notary. "There it is," cried Van Hout. "Bring it here, Belotti."
"I was, Wilhelm, I was; but last Friday we had some sharp words about the new morions, and now the learned demi-god demands an apology from me, but to sound a retreat isn't written here " "Oh, my dear sir," cried Belotti, with touching earnestness. "The poor child is lying helpless in a raging fever. If Heaven has blessed you with children "
The burgomaster quietly unfolded it, and, while reading its contents aloud, the notary and city clerk looked over his shoulder. The property was to be divided among various churches and convents, where masses were to be read for her soul, and her nearest blood relations. Belotti and Denise received small legacies.
With a haughty gesture she beckoned to the steward, saying in Italian: "Give the gentleman his cloak, Belotti, and tell him I came to beg him to pardon your forgetfulness." With these words Henrica Van Hoogstraten turned towards the door, but Wilhelm took two hasty strides after her, exclaiming: "Not yet, not yet, Fraulein! I am the one to apologize.
"A child, his own daughter!" exclaimed Wilhelm indignantly. "People are differently constituted," Belotti continued.
You are dismissed, Belotti." The night, on which sorrow and sickness had entered the Hoogstraten mansion, was followed by a beautiful morning. Holland again became pleasant to the storks, that with a loud, joyous clatter flew clown into the meadows on which the sun was shining.
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