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Where he narrates the fall and punishment of De Weyland towards the close of the thirteenth century, Speed observes: "While the Jews by their cruel usuries had in one way eaten up the people, the justiciars, like another kind of Jews, had ruined them with delay in their suits, and enriched themselves with wicked convictions."
In the month of March Schwabe was dismayed at hearing that the Landschaftscollegium had decreed a speedy 'clearing out' of the Gewolbe. His old prompt way of acting had not left him; he went at once to his friend Weyland, the president of the Collegium. 'Friend Weyland, he said, 'let not the dust of Schiller be tossed up in the face of heaven and flung into that hideous hole!
At the worst, he had only temporized with the issue perhaps had lost sight of it altogether and he would be shocked to learn of the consequences of his procrastination. He himself could postpone his call on Miss Weyland till to-morrow, leaving West to go to-night. Of course, however, nothing his former chief could do now would change the fact that Miss Weyland herself had doubted him.
The escort passed, and the officers and staffs drew on. The fine-figured old commander-in-chief, when he came abreast, turned and looked full at the Weyland piazza, seemed to search it for a face, and swept his plumed hat to his stirrup in a profound bow. The salute was greeted on the porch with a burst of hand-clapping and a great waving of flags. "That was for my grandmother.
"I suppose I must accept a little regular, very remunerative work to settle this board question once and for all. An hour or two a day, at most. However, it is not easy to lay one's hand on such work in a strange city." "Perhaps," said Miss Weyland slowly, "I can help you." "I'm sure I hope so," said he with another flying glance at his watch.
The electric light at the corner illumined him perfectly glinted upon the spectacles, touched up the stout volume in the coat-pocket, beat full upon the swaybacked derby, whereon its owner had sat what time Charlotte Lee Weyland apologized for the gaucherie of Behemoth.
O'Malley, Grace Binning, a small soft-voiced girl, Rhoda Tompkins, and Rose Weyland a very golden-haired, dark-eyebrowed lady, who had been in some far back period, so Fanny contrived to whisper, a flame of Brown's. Of the men, Joan liked Mr. Strachan best; he was an ugly man with very pleasant eyes and a rare smile that lit up the whole of his face.
Bylash seemed touched with a new dignity, and even Miss Miller's pompadour looked human and sorry. But two faces Miss Weyland did not see among the kind-eyed boarders: the old professor, who had locked himself in his room, and the little Doctor who was at that moment coming down the steps. "Supper's very late," said she. "Emma and Laura ... have been much upset.
"My dog knocked you over in the street one day surely you remember the pleasure-dog? and then that night I gave you your supper at Mrs. Paynter's and afterwards collected twenty dollars from you for back board. I am Mrs. Paynter's niece and my name is Charlotte Weyland." Weyland?... Weyland? Oho! So this was the girl sure enough that Henry G. Surface had stripped of her fortune. Well, well!
So the three sat down and held a council of war as to how little Doctor Queed, the young man who wouldn't pay his board, was to be brought into personal contact with Charlotte Lee Weyland, the grim and resolute collector. Various stratagems were proposed, amid much merriment. But the collector herself adhered to her original idea of a masterly waiting game. "Only trust me," said she.
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