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Henrica interrupted her and answered haughtily: "Then I beg you to send me Herr Wilhelm, the musician." Georg bowed and went to the tavern. As soon as the ladies were alone, the young girl asked: "Do you know Herr von Dornburg's lady?" "How should I?" replied Maria. "Give yourself a little rest, Fraulein. As soon as the Junker comes back, I'll bring him to you."
Let me go to her and ask what she desires." "Receive her kindly, and tell her to remember me to her son. I am not very delicate, but I see you understand me; such substantial fare would hardly suit me just now." After Maria had performed her errand and talked with Henrica for a time, Frau Van Hout was announced.
You have aroused an interest in your strange friend, and some other time must tell me more about her. Only this one question: Can a modest maiden talk of her with you without disgrace?" "Certainly, if you do not shrink from speaking of a noble lady who had no other protector than herself." "And you, don't forget yourself!" cried Henrica, leaving the room.
On the evening of the third day after Wilhelm's interview with Henrica, his way led him through Nobelstrasse past the Hoogstraten mansion. Ere reaching it, he saw two gentlemen, preceded by a servant carrying a lantern, cross the causeway towards it. Wilhelm's attention was attracted. The servant now seized the knocker, and the light of his lantern fell on the men's faces.
She herself probably found them somewhat overpowering, for her large glittering fan was in constant motion and fluttered violently, when in answer to her curt: "Quick, quick," Henrica returned a resolute "no, 'ma tante."
Henrica thought of Wilhelm; he was her sister's friend. "But he is in the military service," replied the burgomaster. "I know him. He will not desert the city in these times of trouble, not even for his mother." "But I know the right messenger," said Maria. "We'll send Junker Georg." "That's a good suggestion," said Peter. "We shall find him in his lodgings.
"Has she dark, brown or fair hair?" "I've said already that she looked just like Fraulein Henrica. But what lady might not have fair, brown or dark hair? I think we shall reach the goal sooner, if you will let me ask a question now. Had the lady you mean a large semi-circular scar just under the hair, exactly in the middle of her forehead?" "Enough," cried Wilhelm, rising hastily.
To-day the old struggle sought to begin afresh, but he was not disposed to yield, and did not cease to summon Isabella's image, in all its beauty, before his soul. Henrica returned to her aunt in a deeply-agitated mood. Was the adventuress of whom Wilhelm had spoken, the only creature whom she loved with all the ardor of her passionate soul? Was Isabella her lost sister?
"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 child clapped her hands in delight and then ran to Barbara to exclaim once more: "Aunt Barbel, did you hear? He's coming!" "With the blue feather," replied the widow. "And he has curls, curls as long as Assendelft's little Clara. May I go with you to see Cousin Henrica?" "Afterwards, perhaps," replied Maria. "Go now, children, get the flowers and separate them carefully from the leaves.
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