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"You are so good," she said, and her head sank once more, and nestled against my breast, so that I could just see the bright tresses through my gray beard. But in a moment she looked up again, and made as though she would rise; and then I helped her, and we both stood on our feet. Poor, beautiful, tormented Hedwig! I can remember it, and call up the whole picture to my mind.
Hedwig slipped out of her jacket and drew off her gloves. She had hardly glanced at Nikky, although she knew quite well every motion he had made since she entered. "I am famished!" she said, and proceeded to eat very little and barely touch the tea. "Please don't go, Miss Braithwaite. And now, how is everything?"
"Please, Mathilde," begged Hedwig. "It is very important." Mathilde sighed. "As Your Highness wishes," she agreed, and went grumblingly back to the study overlooking the walled garden. "You may bring his supper when it is ready," Hedwig called to her. Mathilde was mollified, but she knew what was fitting, if the Princess did not. The omelet spoiled in the pan.
He covered her with hot kisses, her neck, her face, the soft angle below her ear. Then he held her away from him triumphantly. "Now," he said, "have you forgotten?" But Hedwig, scarlet with shame, faced him steadily. "No," she said.
That she, a gaunt, grim, brusque woman of fifty, could suddenly feel all the stifled mother-love within her spring up, that was preposterous, the vain imagining of a romancer. They worked together, these two, in Hedwig Vogel's studio, and Kitty strove to make up for her lack of talent by her abundance of patience. "Why did you decide to be a painter?" Fräulein Vogel asked her one day.
"Aren't you going to help me, Miss Gibbie?" "I am not." She looked up into the strong face now suddenly serious. "I mean in the way you mean. I am going to keep her from wearing herself out, but she is not doing that. Hedwig takes care of her and sees that she gets proper food and rest and is spared a thousand things other women have to contend with. And it doesn't hurt anybody to be busy.
Both Nino and Hedwig recognised Benoni's voice, but neither spoke as they hurried up the street into the bright moonlight, she riding and Nino running as he led the other beast at a sharp trot. In five minutes they were out of the little town, and Nino, looking back, could see that the broad white way behind them was clear of all pursuers.
The Countess saw much with her curiously wide, almost childishly bland eyes; it was only now that it occurred to her to turn what she knew of Hedwig and Nikky to account. She stopped pacing the floor, and sat down. Suppose Hedwig and Nikky Larisch went away together? Hedwig, she felt, would have the courage even for that. That would stop things. But Hedwig did not trust her.
"Well, mark my words," said Hedwig, "if something bad does not happen I shall be surprised." "Oh no," said Tell. "What can happen?" And without further delay he set off with Walter for the town. In the meantime all kinds of things of which Tell had no suspicion had been happening in the town.
In that great sorrow Gottlieb forgot his ambition, and cared not, when the bills were paid, that his honey-pots still remained unfilled. For the care of his home and of little Minna his good sister Hedwig came to him. Very drearily, for a long while, the work of the bakery went on.
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