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Updated: June 12, 2025
"They are cut, and no one will be able to pass after to-morrow or the day after." "Then calm yourself, Henrica, and let us consider what is to be done." The questions and counter-questions began, and Henrica gazed in astonishment at the delicate young wife, for with unerring resolution and keenness, she held the first voice in the consultation.
It will do the invalid good, and the exercise can't hurt me." With these words Father Damianus rose, and seeing Maria, said: "You have brought a new nurse? That's right. I need not praise Sister Gonzaga, for you know her; but I assure you Fraulein Henrica won't allow her to remain with her long, and I shall leave this house as soon as the funeral is over."
"I have passed a terrible night; imagine yourself in my place, in the young lady's." "Get a leave of absence until to-morrow," said Georg resolutely. "When it grows dark, I'll accompany Henrica with you. She must swear to return to the city in case of a surrender. As for me, I am no longer bound by any oath to serve the English flag.
"Not merely as a pastime, but because you feel you cannot live without it?" "You must keep quiet, Fraulein. Music; yes, I think my life would be far poorer without it than it is." "Do you sing?" "Very seldom here; but when a girl in Delft we sung every day." "Of course you were the soprano?" "Yes, Fraulein." "Let the Fraulein drop, and call me Henrica."
The musician had clenched the handkerchief, with which he had wiped the perspiration from his brow, closely in his hand, and asked: "What more have you heard of Anna?" "Very little," replied Belotti. "Her father has torn her from his heart, and calls Henrica his only daughter. Happiness abandons those who are burdened by a father's curse, and she certainly did not find it.
Henrica did not avoid his frank glance, as she replied: "First hear what a great service we ask of you. You must prepare yourself to hear a short story. I am still weak and have put my strength to a severe test to-day, Maria must speak for me." The young wife fulfilled this task quietly and clearly, closing with the words: "The messenger we need, I have found myself. You must be he, Junker Georg."
Henrica watched her silently for a time and then exclaimed: "One word, Frau Maria. What is going on in the court-yard? Nothing? And what has become of the happy light in your eyes? Your house isn't swarming with guests; why did you wait for Bessie to tell me about Junker Georg, the German, the old acquaintance?" "Let that subject drop, Henrica." "No, no! Do you know what I think?
Yet often, when the disease attacks her more sharply, she asks in mortal terror if everything is ready, for she is afraid to die without extreme unction." "And how is Fraulein Henrica?" "A very little better." The priest had now come out of the little room. Belotti reverently kissed his hand and Wilhelm bowed respectfully.
The baker's stout wife even beckoned to him with a spoon, but he closed his hand around the purse and again turned his eyes towards the quack, whose cart was now surrounded by men and women buying tinctures and medicines. Henrica lay ill in his father's house. He had been taken into her room twice, and the beautiful pale face, with its large dark eyes, had filled his heart with pity.
Was she a respectable girl or not? She would rather hunger and thirst, than be present at such a banquet again. If the dining-room was empty, other unprecedented demands were made upon Henrica, for then her aunt, who could not endure to be alone a moment, was sick and miserable, and she was obliged to nurse her.
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