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But Sybrandt, having gold in his pocket, thought it inexhaustible: and being now under no shadow of restraint, led the life of a complete sot; until one afternoon, in a drunken frolic, he climbed on the roof of the stable at the inn he was carousing in, and proceeded to walk along it, a feat he had performed many times when sober.
"That I can," said Luke, "Why, her babe is a-dying, And she was so wrapped up in it!" Catherine started up: "What is his trouble?" "Nay, I know not. But it has been peaking and pining worse and worse this while." A furtive glance of satisfaction passed between Cornelis and Sybrandt. Luckily for them Catherine did not see it. Her face was turned towards her husband.
You and I know all that passeth in each other's hearts this night. None other can, but God." Denys took an opportunity next day and told mother and daughter the rest, excusing himself characteristically for not letting Cornelis and Sybrandt hear of it. "It is not for me to blacken them; they come of a good stock.
There, being drunk, he bragged of his day's exploit; and who should be there, imbibing every word, but a great frequenter of the spot, the ne'er-do-weel Sybrandt. Sybrandt ran home to tell his father; his father was not at home; he was gone to Rotterdam to buy cloth of the merchants. Catching his elder brother's eye, he made him a signal to come out, and told him what he had heard.
We will write him a letter, and send it to Rome by a sure hand with money, and bid him home on the instant." Cornelis and Sybrandt exchanged a gloomy look. "Ah, good father! And meantime?" "Well, meantime?" "Dear father, dear mother, what can we do to pleasure the absent, but be kind to his poor lass; and her own trouble afore her?" "'Tis well!" said Eli; "but I am older than thou."
They all rose but Kate, and remained mute and staring. "Be seated, mistress," said Eli gravely, and motioned to a seat that had been set apart for her. She inclined her head, and crossed the apartment; and in so doing her condition was very visible, not only in her shape, but in her languor. Cornelis and Sybrandt hated her for it. Richart thought it spoiled her beauty.
This latter Gerard took, and bowing low, first to the distant prior, then to his own company, quaffed, and circulated the cup. Instantly, to his surprise, the whole table hailed him as a brother: "Art convent bred, deny it not?" He acknowledged it, and gave Heaven thanks for it, for otherwise he had been as rude and ignorant as his brothers, Sybrandt and Cornelis.
They put their heads together over the news: Italy was an immense distance off. If they could only keep him there? "Keep him there? Nothing would keep him long from his Margaret." "Curse her!" said Sybrandt. "Why didn't she die when she was about it?" "She die? She would outlive the pest to vex us." And Cornelis was wroth at her selfishness in not dying, to oblige.
"And what will it be when you marry?" cried Catherine. "Gerard can paint, Gerard can write, but what can you do to keep a woman, ye lazy loon? Nought but wait for your father's shoon. Oh we can see why you and Sybrandt would not have the poor boy to marry. You are afraid he will come to us for a share of our substance.
She came to Catherine, who was sitting sighing by the fireside, and kissed her, and said "Mother, what would you like best in the world?" "Eh, dear," replied Catherine despondently, "I know nought that would make me smile now; I have parted from too many that were dear to me. Gerard lost again as soon as found; Kate in heaven; and Sybrandt down for life." "Poor mother!
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