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He was to enter his home directly, and then the woman whom he loved would rest above him, and alone, unwatched, and unguarded, perhaps dream of another. Who was the man for whose sake she withdrew from him the heart to whose possession he had the best and at any rate the oldest right? Certainly not Baron Malfalconnet. Neither could he believe it to be Peter Schlumperger or young Crafft.
Wolf, Herr Peter Schlumperger, Frau Kastenmayr, his estimable sister, and the party of Ratisbon excursionists, upon whom he had scarcely bestowed a passing glance, all played a large and by no means enviable part.
Yet if, on this account, you take me for a woman whose heart and hand can be bought for gold, you are mistaken. Worthy Peter Schlumperger is constantly courting me. And I? I have asked him to wait, although he is perhaps the richest man in the city.
That she would accept the elderly Schlumperger for the sake of his money was surely impossible. And yet!
But my grandmother used to say that the grief which tortures a young girl she herself knows not why is the hardest to bear, and then Barbara must now make up her mind about marriage, for, besides you, there are Peter Schlumperger and young Crafft to be considered. "I remembered all this, and so, as usual, I took her face between my hands to give her her morning kiss.
She would not, ought not to allow herself to be robbed of her precious hope. One glance at the Mother and Child put an end to any further consideration. Comforted and strengthened, she went her way homeward, scarcely noticing that Peter Schlumperger and his sister, whom she met, looked away from her with evident purpose. That night Barbara dreamed of her father.
So there was no lack of light, and as the lantern in her neighbour's hand permitted the baron to recognise Barbara, Malfalconnet, according to the agreement, rode up to the singer, while Wolf accosted Herr Peter Schlumperger, and informed him of the invitation which the steward, in the Emperor's name, was bringing his fair guest.
He was to enter his home directly, and then the woman whom he loved would rest above him, and alone, unwatched, and unguarded, perhaps dream of another. Who was the man for whose sake she withdrew from him the heart to whose possession he had the best and at any rate the oldest right? Certainly not Baron Malfalconnet. Neither could he believe it to be Peter Schlumperger or young Crafft.
Now the amorous swain had probably tried his luck with her father, and how the latter, in spite of poor Wolf and Herr Schlumperger, had treated him was evident from the fact that he, who usually closed his home against old friends, opened it wide to this stranger. This was not only unpleasant to Barbara, but anger crimsoned her cheeks.
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