Part 38 (1/2)

”Well, good-bye until to-morrow night,” he said, holding out his hand.

”We'll be back by that time, anyway, and you'll remain for several days yet.”

”Yes, as the duke has requested it,” answered the Colonel. ”I sent my report off at once to Berlin; so a few days either way doesn't matter now.”

”Of course not. And they'll certainly be well satisfied with your reports, too. But we've had a few hot days with little time for rest.

Thank G.o.d, everything is arranged and we can breathe again! I feel that I am free to leave the city now for twenty-four hours, so Adelheid and I will go to Ostwalden.”

”Ostwalden is the name of your new country seat? I remember, you mentioned it yesterday, but I did not understand just where it was situated.”

”It lies about ten miles from Furstenstein. When we were there in September, Schonau called my attention to it. It is situated in the most beautiful part of the celebrated forest, and suits me exactly. They asked a ridiculous price for it, but since my return I've decided to take it and am going there now to make some final arrangements.”

”Ada does not appear too well pleased with your choice. She seems to dislike the neighborhood of Furstenstein,” said the Colonel. But Wallmoden shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

”Just a whim, nothing more. In the beginning Adelheid was in raptures over Ostwalden, and then later she raised every possible objection to the place; but I had gone too far to retreat. I shall in all probability remain some time at my present post, and want to avoid long journeys in the summer. So that a country seat which can be reached in four hours from town possesses great attractions in my eyes. The castle has been sadly neglected of late years, and I'll have to make many altertions.

But I have my plans for rebuilding and altering all arranged, and am going to make it one of the finest places in the country.”

He talked with great satisfaction over all he was to accomplish at Ostwalden. Herbert von Wallmoden had possessed but a small fortune of his own, and had been forced to live very circ.u.mspectly all his life long, in consequence. But now he could give free rein to his desire for splendor and display, and could talk of fine homes in city and country without thought of the outlay, or any consideration either for the whims of the young wife whose fortune he was spending with so lavish a hand.

Perhaps Falkenried thought of all this as he listened to his friend grown almost enthusiastic on the subject, but he said nothing. He had grown more silent and stonier than ever, if that were possible, during the last few days. And when he did ask a question concerning the every-day affairs of life, one felt it was merely mechanical, and that he scarcely cared whether he received an answer or not.

Now as Adelheid entered the room, fully equipped for her journey, he turned to her and offered his arm to escort her to the carriage. After he had helped her in it, Wallmoden entered, and as the coachman cracked his whip, said:

”We'll be back to-morrow without fail--good-bye.”

Falkenried bowed and stepped back. It mattered little to him whether they came back to-morrow or not, all friends.h.i.+ps were over for him. But as he entered the house again, he said:

”Poor Ada, she deserved a better fate.”

Everything was going on in the usual quiet fas.h.i.+on at Furstenstein.

Willibald had been there for a week. He was two days later than he had expected to be; but he had met with a slight accident, and his hand was hurt, so he told his uncle; and this was perfectly satisfactory, and not at all alarming, as the hand was nearly healed now. The head forester found his son-in-law changed since his last visit, and changed for the better, too. He had become much more earnest and decided than formerly, and seemed so well satisfied with his daughter, von Schonau thought.

”I believe Will will turn out to be a man, yet. How much he improves without his mother to stand by to command and dictate.”

As for the rest, Herr von Schonau had no time to trouble himself with the lovers. The duke, during his stay at Furstenstein, had made many changes and innovations upon the established order of things in the forestry, and it required both zeal and watchfulness on the part of the head forester to set things straight again, and bring his subordinates back to the old regime. He saw Antonie and Willibald daily, and noticed that they were much together and seemed to understand one another perfectly, so he did not concern himself much about them.

In the meantime there had been much anxiety and alarm in the house of Dr. Volkmar.

The doctor's sickness, which had not at first been regarded as serious, had suddenly taken an alarming turn, and owing to his age the worst was feared. His granddaughter was telegraphed for in hot haste, and she, after obtaining permission from her manager, who gave her part in ”Arivana” to an understudy, hurried home at once.

It was at this time that Antonie showed her sincere, un.o.btrusive attachment to her childhood's friend. Day after day she went to the Volkmar cottage, to comfort and cheer Marietta, who hung in an agony of anguish and suspense over her grandfather's bed. Willibald found it necessary to go with his cousin and do what he could. All this seemed natural enough to the head forester, who was sincerely attached to the Volkmars, and felt a great desire to show more than an ordinary amount of attention to ”the poor little thing” who had been so cruelly insulted in his house. He had it in for his sister-in-law when he should see her again.

At the end of three dreadful days the doctor's strong const.i.tution a.s.serted itself, and hopes of his recovery were entertained. Herr von Schonau was as rejoiced as any of the family, and rubbed his hands with a satisfied air when Toni, on the fourth day, reported a marked amendment in the doctor's condition.

But a thunder-storm from the north was descending upon them all.

Suddenly, without any announcement, Frau von Eschenhagen appeared in their midst. She had wasted no time in the city with her brother, but came on directly from Burgsdorf, and descended like a veritable thunder-storm upon her brother-in-law, who was in his own room reading the papers.

”Bless us--is it you, Regine?” he cried, really alarmed. ”This is a surprise. Why didn't you send word you were coming?”

”Where is Willibald?” was her only response in an incensed tone. ”Is he at Furstenstein?”