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In spite of this smile she never had appeared so strange to him as at that moment. "Mr Paul Meyerhofer, the companion of my childhood, she said, taking his hand, and leading him round. He bowed to all sides, and had a vague feeling that he was making himself ridiculous. "Eh, there is my pattern boy," the cousin's merry voice called out, and all the ladies giggled.
A feeling of discouragement overcame for a moment even the light-minded Meyerhofer himself when he saw the high-piled carts disappear behind the woods; but in the next he put his hands defiantly into his trousers-pockets, and ordered that the machine should be got ready without delay.
Then he turned to the coachman, who, in his tasselled fur-cap, nodded haughtily from the box. "Is anybody from Helenenthal here?" he asked. "Yes; master and the young lady. They have come to fetch Mr. Meyerhofer." And directly after was heard from the steps, "Hey, holloa! there he is already Elsbeth, see! there he is already." Paul jumped up the steps, and the two men lay in each other's arms.
Frau Elsbeth asked her husband, and threw a glance at Paul, whom she had at that time clasped to her breast. Meyerhofer muttered something to himself, for he was no friend to memories to such memories. But Frau Elsbeth folded her hands and thought of many things: it could be of nothing sad, for she smiled. The nearer the cart approached the end of the journey, the more depressed Paul felt.
Paul had never seen the sinister fellow look so cheerful. "Your name is Paul Meyerhofer, you were born at such and such a time, Protestant, etc.?" asked the judge who sat in the middle, a man with a closely-shorn head and a large, sharply-cut nose reading the dates from a big book.
Meyerhofer, senior!" the clerk called from the court, and sprang towards them to help Paul in carrying the chair. The old man panted and puffed out his cheeks; then again he leaned back, moaning low inwardly rejoicing greatly to be able to play a part so full of effect.
"I must beg silence there," he said; "it is I who put the questions. On a repeated interruption I shall have you taken out of court. So, Mr. Paul Meyerhofer, what were you going to do in the garden of Helenenthal?" At the same moment there arose a fresh murmur in the background, and in the witness-box a circle formed itself around Elsbeth. "What is the matter over there?" asked the president.
Michel Raudszus was sentenced to five years penal servitude. At the same moment, when the president pronounced the sentence of the law, a mocking laugh resounded through the court. It proceeded from Meyerhofer. He had got up in his chair and stretched out his maimed hand towards Douglas, as if he wanted to fly at his throat. As he was carried out of court, he continually cried out,
"Elsbeth, look here," he said, "there lies the body of old Meyerhofer. He wanted to set fire to our property, and God has struck him dead." "God does not set barns on fire," said Elsbeth, and looked back at the burning farm, from which a dark-blue smoke was rising in the chilly morning air. "But is it not through God's providence that we were saved?"
"Merry Christmas!" "A merry Christmas," he stammered, and swallowed the hot beverage, almost choking, for he was overcome with disgust. Now he sat in good-fellowship at the same table with the two brothers, he who ought to have been there as an avenger. "Well, now to end this affair, dear Meyerhofer," Ulrich began. "What is done cannot be undone.
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