Part 40 (1/2)
”But it is not my fault,” Willibald continued, in spite of the command.
”I have struggled manfully and tried truly to keep my promise during the whole time I was at Burgsdorf. I believed it would be possible; but then I came here and saw you again in 'Arivana' on that evening, and knew that the struggle had been in vain. I had not forgotten you, Fraulein Marietta--not for an hour--as often as I had tried to make myself believe it, and I shall not forget you all my life long. I shall confess this to Toni openly, and shall also tell my mother when I return to her.”
The confession was made. The young lord, who could not manage the first proposal at Furstenstein alone, but had to be helped by his mother, now spoke as warmly and heartily--as openly and as truly--as a man must speak in such an hour. He had learned it suddenly, and with the helplessness which he shook off with such decision, there seemed to fall off, too, all his awkwardness and ridiculous manner.
He quickly approached Marietta, who had fled to the window, and his firm voice grew unsteady as he continued: ”And now one question. You looked so pale when you opened the door for me, and your eyes spoke of tears. The affair may have been painful and mortifying to you; I can understand that, but did you also fear a little for my welfare?”
No answer, but low sobs.
”Did you fear for me? Only a little 'yes,' Marietta. You have no idea how happy you would make me.”
He bent low over the young girl, who now slowly raised the small, bowed head. In her dark eyes there glowed a spark as of secret happiness. The answer was almost inaudible.
”I? Ach, I have almost _died_ of fear these last two days.”
Willibald gave a joyful exclamation and drew her to his breast; but only for a moment, then she struggled from his embrace.
”No--not now. Go now, please.”
He released her at once and stepped back.
”You are right, Marietta; not yet. But, after I have freed myself, I shall come again and ask for another 'yes.' Farewell.”
He hastened away before Marietta had scarce recovered control of herself. She was aroused by the voice of Fraulein Berger, who, unnoticed by the two, had stood upon the threshold of the adjoining room for several moments, and who now approached in a state of horror.
”Child, for mercy's sake, what does it mean? Do you not consider----”
The young girl did not let her finish, but threw both arms around her neck and wept pa.s.sionately.
”Ah, now I know why I was so enraged at the time he suffered his mother to insult me. It hurt me so inexpressibly to believe him a coward; I have loved him from the first.”
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
In the house of the Prussian Amba.s.sador everything was in a state of preparation for the winter festivities. When Wallmoden had entered his present position, in the spring, society was already scattered in all directions for the summer, and immediately afterward occurred the sad event which had put an end to all festivities for them. These causes, however, were done with now.
The many halls and apartments of the Amba.s.sador's palace had been furnished with such splendor as Herbert's circ.u.mstances, made brilliant by his marriage, permitted; and it was his intention to have as magnificent a home as was possible to obtain. Their first grand reception was to take place next week, and in the meantime numerous calls were being made and returned.
The Amba.s.sador was also much occupied with his official duties, and, besides, there was one thing which ruined his peace of mind completely--the success of Arivana. If he had had doubts before about opposing Rojanow's publicity, it had now become quite impossible. The ”adventurer” was raised upon the s.h.i.+eld and his poetical spirit was being praised everywhere. The Court and society generally could not be forced now to drop him without subjecting themselves to mortification, and it was questionable, besides, if they would drop him at all, since only hints and vague remarks could be given. That grand success had made Hartmut almost unapproachable.
To add to the embarra.s.sment of the Amba.s.sador's position, Falkenried's arrival was expected in the near future, from whom the truth could not be kept, for fear he should hear it from outsiders.
The Colonel, of whose present trip nothing was known when Wallmoden had seen him in Berlin a short time ago, would be here in a few days and would make his headquarters at the Amba.s.sador's palace, since he was no stranger to Adelaide. She and her brother had, in a measure, grown up under his eyes.
When, ten years ago, the then Major Falkenried had been removed to the distant province, he had been stationed at a post in the small town lying in the immediate vicinity of the great Stahlberg works and dependent almost entirely upon them. The new Major was considered an excellent soldier, but a p.r.o.nounced man-hater, who enjoyed his duties only, occupying all his spare time with military studies, and who hated everything that came under the head of society.
As he was alone, he was excused from keeping an open house, and he exhibited himself only at houses where his position imperatively demanded it. Such consideration had to be shown the great manufacturer, who was the leader of the whole vicinity, and who received and entertained as guests the first and highest personages.
Stahlberg had been the only one whom the military man approached.
Although the grave and gloomy reticence of the Major excluded real friends.h.i.+p, yet the two men felt the highest esteem for each other, and the Stahlberg home was the only place where Falkenried appeared occasionally of his own free will.