Part 25 (1/2)

Was my heart won, Or his, that day?

Methinks both hearts Did meet half-way.

The chambermaid announced Walpurga. Irma stopped in the middle of her song.

”Welcome! What good thought brings you here?”

Walpurga hesitated, but, at last, preferred her request and handed the paper to the countess.

”Take courage,” said Irma, consolingly.

She rang for a servant, to whom she said: ”Tell my brother to come here at once.” Then, addressing Walpurga, she continued: ”I'll add a few words of my own. Be calm. I am glad to be able to grant your request.

I've often wanted to ask you whether there was not some wish that you would like to have gratified. The king will surely grant the pardon.”

Walpurga would have liked to interrupt her, but everything seemed as if bewitched. Before she could say a word, the aid-de-camp had come. Irma begged him to wait while she added a few lines of her own.

The aid-de-camp had taken his leave. Irma pa.s.sed her hand over Walpurga's face and said: ”Let me banish all your sad thoughts. Be happy and take my word for it--the man is saved. Go to the poor woman and quiet her in the mean while. I'll bring the answer to your room.”

Walpurga could not find words, or she would have said something, even then. But the pet.i.tion had already gone. After all no one would be harmed in the matter, and, although Thomas really was a wicked fellow, this might make a better man of him. Walpurga left Irma's apartment.

Stopping at the door, for an instant, to recover herself, she heard Irma singing again. When she reached her room, she was in a calmer state and said to Zenza:

”Your Thomas will get off; depend upon it. But you must give me your word, and promise to keep it, too, that Thomas will become an honest man, and that you won't help him sell his stolen wares and hide his evil ways. You needn't look at me so, for I've a right to talk to you this way. I've risked a great deal for you.”

”Yes, indeed; you've a right to say it,” replied Zenza, in a half-earnest, half-jesting tone. ”You make our whole neighborhood happy. We're all proud of you. On Sunday, before the church, I'll tell them what influence you have here, and they'll all believe me. Your mother was my playfellow, and if my Thomas had got an honest woman like you for his wife, he'd been thrifty, too. He must get himself a good wife. I'll give him no peace till he does.”

Zenza was enjoying some good coffee which Mademoiselle Kramer had prepared for her, and the kind-hearted housekeeper filled her cup again and again.

”If I could only give my son some of this! Oh, how he must be suffering out there! But it serves him right; that's his punishment. He's on the lookout now, but not as a poacher. It's quite a different thing, now.”

Zenza was quite voluble and Mademoiselle Kramer was charmed with the frankness and motherly affection of the old woman.

When Zenza had emptied her cup and eaten nearly all the cake, she said:

”May I take this little bit of sugar with me? It'll always remind me that I've drunk coffee in the king's palace.”

Mademoiselle Kramer wrapped a piece of cake in a paper, and said: ”Take this to your son.”

It seemed as though Zenza would never get done thanking them. She was in great good-humor, and asked permission to see the prince; but Walpurga refused it and well knew why; for, at home, Zenza was regarded as a witch and, even if it were mere superst.i.tion, thought Walpurga, who can know what might happen? She had already become so politic that she availed herself, as an excuse, of the doctor's order that no stranger should be allowed near the person of the crown prince.

Zenza now told them how great a commotion Walpurga's sudden departure had created in their neighborhood. Ever since, the people would talk of nothing else. The folks were all late at church on Sunday, because they had stopped before Walpurga's house and stared at it as if there was something new to be seen, and Hansei had been obliged to show his cow to half the congregation, as if there was something strange about it.

But the thoughts of all were of Walpurga; and she also said that it was well known that Walpurga's influence had secured Stasi's betrothed his position as ranger. In spite of Walpurga's protestations that she knew nothing of it, Zenza insisted on her story, and praised her the more for her modesty.

The time pa.s.sed quickly.

Countess Irma, her face radiant with joy, brought the king's letter of pardon.

Zenza would have fallen on her knees to her and kissed her feet, but Irma held her up and said:

”I've something more for you: take this, so that, besides being free, you may be able to get some pleasure.”

She gave her a gold piece.