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She has lived with me nearly twenty years, and my daughter and I regard her far more as a friend than as a servant. The fact that she is German is an accident the merest accident! Nothing in her life, thank God, will be changed for the worse. And, Mr. Hegner? I should like to say one more thing."
"Courting my young lady, indeed! No, Mr. Hegner, it was not Mr. Hayley who told this. Mr. Hayley is one of those who talk a great deal without saying anything." "Then on whose authority do you speak?" He spoke with a certain rough directness. "I know because Major Guthrie started for Belgium on Friday last, at two o'clock. By now he must be there, fighting our folk." "Major Guthrie?"
Such a man as Manfred Hegner would be sure to know. There came a ring at the front door of the Trellis House, and Anna got up reluctantly from her easy chair and laid down her crochet. She was beginning to feel old, so she often told herself regretfully older than the Englishwomen of her own age seemed to be. But none of them had worked as hard as she had always worked.
The Monday Bank Holiday had been prolonged, and so the Stores were only, so to speak, half open. But as Mrs. Otway stepped through into the shadowed shop, the owner of the Stores, Manfred Hegner by name, came forward to take her orders himself. Manfred Hegner was quite a considerable person in Witanbury.
Long before Christmas you may no longer be earning this money." "Oh! I hope that will not be the case!" She looked very much disturbed. £5 a year was about a fifth of good old Anna's total income. "Well, we shall see. I will do my best for you, Frau Bauer." "Thank you, thank you! I am very grateful to you, Mr. Hegner."
"I wants to know," began Smith in a whine, "why I can't git a square deal here. The shop boss he " "Is Hegner mixed up in it? Then go bring him here and say what you have to say before him." Smith departed, to return a few minutes later, an apprehensive eye cast back at the trailing Hegner. "Now, Smith," said Jonathan, "what is your complaint?"
His mother was the one really happy person in the gathering to-night, for the poor woman kept thanking God and Mr. Hegner in her heart for having saved her son from an awful fate. Treating the mother of his shopman as if she had not been there, Mr. Hegner bent towards the other woman. "Frau Bauer," he said graciously, "come into our parlour for a few moments. I should like a little chat with you."
But by the time the fifty thousand, even the hundred thousand, English soldiers are in Belgium, there will be a million of our fellows there to meet them." "What are you going to say at this meeting?" asked the other curiously; he used the English word, though they still spoke German. Mr. Hegner shrugged his shoulders. "This is not going to be a meeting," he said laughingly.
To Fröhling everything English was perfect, and he had been quite pleased, instead of sorry, when his son had joined the British Army. "So? That is good!" she exclaimed. "Very good! But we must not seem too pleased, must we, Herr Hegner?" And he shook his head. "No, to be too pleased would not be grateful," he said, "to good old England!" And he spoke with no sarcasm, he really meant what he said.
Even now, after all this time, the young lady will hardly speak at all. She does not glory in her loss, as a German betrothed would do!" "Poor thing!" said old Anna feelingly. "Women are not like men, Herr Hegner. They have tender hearts. She thinks of her dead lover as her beloved one not as a hero.
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