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Marietta stopped then, and turning to her escort, said anxiously: "Herr von Eschenhagen, must it be? Can nothing be done?" "Well, hardly. I knocked the count down, and called him a low scoundrel, and most fellows would regard that as sufficient grounds for a duel. But, don't you worry about it.
It's over ten years ago now, however, and I did hope Falkenried would take some interest in life again by this time." "I never hoped that," said Frau von Eschenhagen, earnestly. "The life has all gone from the roots. I shall never forget, as long as I live, how he looked on that fateful evening, when we waited and waited, first with uneasiness and apprehension, then with deadly anxiety.
This philippic, which was delivered in a loud tone, came from the lips of Frau von Eschenhagen of Burgsdorf, while sitting with her son and mother at breakfast. The great dining-room lay on the ground floor of the old mansion, and was an extremely simple room, with glass doors leading out upon a broad stone terrace, and to the garden beyond.
Now Toni declares she will be loved devotedly, too; this is the beginning of fine, romantic ideas in her head, and Will seems to have them all down fine by this time. I verily believe he has done his own proposing this time." Frau von Eschenhagen did not heed his ironical remarks; she sat gazing vacantly into space, but the look on her face was not pleasant to see.
But just before her the road had an abrupt turn, so she could not see very far. The young lady was evidently annoyed to find herself farther from her destination than she had supposed. Then her glance fell on Herr von Eschenhagen, who, coming from the other direction, had just reached the bend in the road. "I beg pardon, sir, but is the road passable?"
He nodded laughingly to the old steward and stepped down to the entrance gateway. Frau von Eschenhagen and her niece were already there, and a minute after he joined them, the carriage turned into the broad, smooth road and was driven rapidly up to the great entrance. Regine was the first to greet the travelers. She pressed her brother's hand so heartily that he was forced to draw it back.
Her honeymoon with Herr von Eschenhagen of blessed memory had been of another kind. "You received a letter from your grandfather, did you not, Marietta?" she said, changing the subject. "Good news?" "The very best. Grandpapa is quite well, and is delighted at the thought that he'll be here with me in another month.
The young singer gave a deep sigh, as she said: "I thank you, Herr von Eschenhagen, I thank you from my heart. You have risked your life on my account, and I cannot be too grateful." "There is no occasion for gratitude, Fräulein, but as I have faced a pistol on your account, you must, at least accept a little memento of the occasion. You must not trample this peace offering under your feet."
With this she turned her back upon the heir, and a second later left the room. "Will, what does this mean?" sounded the voice of Frau von Eschenhagen, who stood in the half-open door. As she received no answer, she crossed the room to her son's side with a step and manner which prophesied no good for that young man. "That was a most remarkable scene which I have just witnessed.
Because I know now what is the one thing needful to make a happy marriage, because," he stopped and looked at Marietta so steadily and so expressively that she could not fail to understand him. Her face flushed painfully; she drew back and made a hasty motion as if to prevent further speech. "Herr von Eschenhagen, tell me no more." "I cannot help it," Willibald continued, almost defiantly.
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