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I am kinder treated than I deserve; especially in this house." "Then why not come oftener, my dear?" "I come oftener than I deserve;" and she sighed deeply. "There, Reicht is bawling for you," said Margaret Van Eyck; "go, child! what on earth can it be?" Turning possibilities over in her mind, she thought Margaret must be mortified at the contempt with which she was treated by Gerard's family.
But take your time, mistress; if you are in no hurry, no more am I. When that day doth come, 'twill take a man to dry my eyes; and if you should be in the same mind then, soldier, you can say so; and if you are not, why, 'twill be all one to Reicht Heynes." And the plain speaker went her way. But her words did not fall to the ground.
Margaret tried to raise herself in the bed, but the old lady placed a hand very gently on her. "Lie still, sweetheart; we come not here to put you about, but to comfort you, God willing. Now cheer up a bit, and tell us, first, who think you we are?" "Nay, madam, I know you, though I never saw you before: you are the demoiselle Van Eyck, and this is Reicht Heynes.
"Reicht," said she piteously, "what else have I on earth? I cannot." "Whoever said you could? Think you I paid attention? Words are woman's breath. Come back for him without more ado; 'tis time we were in our beds, much more he." Reicht led the way, and Margaret followed readily enough in that direction; but as they drew near the cell, she stopped again.
Margaret observed to her companion that this was new since she was here last. "Ay," said Reicht, "like enough;" and looked up at it with awe. Writing even on paper she thought no trifle; but on rock! She whispered, "Tis a far holier hermit than the last; he used to come in the town now and then, but this one ne'er shows his face to mortal man." "And that is holiness?" "Ay, sure."
On this Reicht stopped, and pouted, and looked like a little basilisk at the inspired model who caused her woe. He retorted with unshaken admiration. The situation was at last dissolved by the artist's wrist becoming cramped from disuse; this was not, however, until she had made a rough but noble sketch. "I can work no more at present," said she sorrowfully.
So severe, indeed, was the internal conflict, that she did not hear Reicht running back to her, and started violently when the young woman laid a hand upon her shoulder. "Mistress Margaret!" said Reicht quietly, "take a fool's advice that loves ye. Go softly to yon cave, wi' all the ears and eyes your mother ever gave you." "Why? Reicht?" stammered Margaret.
"And I'll be bound the others keep their colour; ah, Reicht? such as it is." "Oh, I see no odds in them." "Of course not. We painters are no match for boors. We are glass, they are stone. We can't stand the worry, worry, worry of little minds; and it is not for the good of mankind we should be exposed to it.
Whereas, the longer this misunderstanding continued on its present footing, the worse for all parties, especially for Gerard. "See how pale and thin they have made him amongst them." "Indeed you are, Master Gerard," said Reicht. "It makes a body sad to see a young man so wasted and worn. Mistress, when I met him in the street to-day, I had liked to have burst out crying: he was so changed.
Many tears were shed, but the great progress the boy made at that famous school reconciled Margaret in some degree, and the fidelity of Reicht Heynes, now her partner in business, enabled her to spend weeks at a time hovering over her boy at Deventer.
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