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The next morning a servant came from the Hoogstraten house and gave Wilhelm a note, in which he was briefly requested to come to Nobelstrasse at two o'clock in the afternoon, neither earlier nor later. He did not wish to say "yes" he could not say "no," and went to the house at the appointed hour. Henrica was awaiting him in the little room adjoining the hall.
Maria could scarcely keep up with the doctor's rapid strides and had some difficulty in understanding him, as in broken sentences he told her that all the Glipper friends of the Hoogstraten family had left the city, the old Fraulein was dead, the servants had run away from fear of the plague, which had no existence, and Henrica was now deserted.
Go, or the saddle will be wet before you ride off." "Then I'm to tell Hoogstraten to expect a letter." "No. Such things can't be written. Besides, it won't be necessary. Tell my father I won't stay with aunt, and want to go home. Good-bye, Nico. Your riding-boots and green cloth doublet are much more becoming than those silk fal-lals."
A few hours before the nocturnal burial of old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten, Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma and his son Nicolas appeared before the city, but were refused admittance by the men who guarded the gates, although both appealed to their relative's death. Henrica's father did not come, he had gone several days before to attend a tourney at Cologne.
"Dismiss you from my service?" "With your excellenza's permission, yes from your service." The old woman started, clasped her hands tightly upon her fan, and said: "You are irritable, Belotti." "No, Padrona, but I am old and dread the misfortune of being ill in this house." Fraulein Van Hoogstraten shrugged her shoulders and turning to her maid, cried: "The sedan-chair, Denise.
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.
Oh! sir, I have experienced in this house things, which your youth does not dream could be possible. The young lady has wounded you. Am I right or wrong?" "You are mistaken, Belotti." "Really? I am glad for your sake, you are a modest artist, but the signorina bears the Hoogstraten name, and that is saying everything. Do you know her father?" "No, Belotti." "That's a race-a race!
With a haughty gesture she beckoned to the steward, saying in Italian: "Give the gentleman his cloak, Belotti, and tell him I came to beg him to pardon your forgetfulness." With these words Henrica Van Hoogstraten turned towards the door, but Wilhelm took two hasty strides after her, exclaiming: "Not yet, not yet, Fraulein! I am the one to apologize.
"Because I am not fit for your society," cried Henrica vehemently, "because my head aches and my eyes burn, because I can't sing to-day, and because because because I entreat you, leave me in peace." Old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten let her fan sink by her side, and said coolly: "Were you singing two hours ago yes or no?" "Yes." "Then your headache can't be so very bad, and Denise will dress you."
With a haughty gesture she beckoned to the steward, saying in Italian: "Give the gentleman his cloak, Belotti, and tell him I came to beg him to pardon your forgetfulness." With these words Henrica Van Hoogstraten turned towards the door, but Wilhelm took two hasty strides after her, exclaiming: "Not yet, not yet, Fraulein! I am the one to apologize.
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