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"Engineer-Lieutenants Gerhard and Von Kleist were wounded by our own people; Captain Guyon was shot:" things all going wrong, weather, I suspect also, bad. We have the misfortune, That a stupid Engineer who knows nothing of his art has the direction; and a General without sense in Sieging has the command. Everybody is at a NON PLUS, it appears!
I seen two three doctor guys about it. Your friend Von Gerhard was one of 'em. They didn't tell me t' take no ocean trip this time. Between 'em, they decided my vacation would come along about November, maybe. Well, I beat 'em to it, that's all.
But heave the anchor, Father Gerhard, if it please you."
The story was that of the Nirlangers; and as we struggled against a brisk lake breeze I told it, and partly because of the breeze, and partly because of the story, there were tears in my eyes when I had finished. Von Gerhard stared at me, aghast. "But you are crying!" he marveled, watching a tear slide down my nose. "I'm not," I retorted. "Anyway I know it.
His most distinguished followers were Logau, celebrated for his Epigrams; Paul Gerhard, who, in his fine hymns, revived the force and simplicity of Luther; Flemming, a genial and thoroughly German poet, the companion of Olearius during his visit to Persia; the gentle Simon Dach, whose sorrowing notes bewail the miseries of the age.
Angel wings and a white kimono, worn bare-footy, would go some rotten with my Spanish style of beauty, what? Didn't know that you and m'dame friend here was acquainted. Known each other long?" I felt myself flushing again. "I knew Dr. von Gerhard back home. I've scarcely seen him since I have been here.
Many of these things Frau Knapf herself told me, standing there by the door with the Kuchen heavy on her mind. Some of them I got from Ernst von Gerhard when I told him about my visitor and her errand. The errand was not disclosed until Frau Knapf had caught me casting a despairing glance at my last typewritten page. "Ach, see! you got no time for talking to, ain't it?" she apologized.
"Oh, well, that was hours ago," I would explain, loftily. "Perhaps I could manage a bite or two now." Whereupon I would demolish everything except the china and doilies. It was at this point on the road to recovery, just halfway between illness and health, that Norah and Max brought the great and unsmiling Von Gerhard on the scene.
Gettin' t' be a big bug, Von Gerhard is. Sorry he's goin', though. I was plannin' t' consult him just before I go on my vacation. But some other guy'll do. He don't approve of me, Von Gerhard don't." For some reason which I could never explain I went back into the room and held out both my hands to Blackie. His nervous brown fingers closed over them.
Go home for a week. I'll fix it up with Norberg. No tellin' what a guy like that's goin' t' do. Send your brother-in-law down here if you want to make it a family affair, and between us, we'll see this thing through." I looked up at Von Gerhard. He was nodding approval. It all seemed so easy, so temptingly easy. To run away! Not to face him until I was safe in the shelter of Norah's arms!
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