Part 76 (1/2)

”It'll soon be a year since we sat on this pile of stones. Do you remember? It must have been somewhat about here,” exclaimed Hansei, with joyous voice.

Walpurga gave an evasive answer. She told Hansei that she thought it a stupid piece of business for the innkeeper to make a festival of her return, but that she wouldn't put foot in the Chamois for all his music.

Hansei had not thought so ill of the projected entertainment; on the contrary, he had found pleasure in the idea of sitting in the midst of the crowd, with his wife by his side and all the people frisking about him. That was more than Grubersepp, with all his money, could get. It was not without a struggle, that he, at last, said: ”Just as you please; you ought to know best whether it's proper for you.”

As soon as the afternoon service was over, crowds, on their way to the Chamois, were seen hurrying through the village in carriages, on horseback, or afoot. The sound of the music could be heard from afar, and the tones of tailor Schneck's ba.s.s viol were heard over all.

”If I could only hide myself from them,” said Walpurga.

”That's easily done,” said Hansei, triumphantly, ”that's all right. Let us go off together, by ourselves.”

He went out through the back door and into the back garden and loosened the boat from the spile. While the chain rattled over its side, Walpurga laid her hand on her heart and said:

”You've loosened a chain from my heart.”

They got into the boat and pushed oft, and, like an arrow, the slender bark shot out over the smooth water of the lake.

”The pastor meant to come,” said Walpurga, when they had gone some distance.

”He can come some other time; he won't run away,” thought Hansei.

”We're rowing together, just as we did when we were betrothed.”

Walpurga also seized the oars. She and Hansei sat face to face. The four oars rose and fell as if it were a single hand that plied them.

Neither spoke a word; there was nothing to be said. The happy glances they bestowed on each other were full of eloquence, and the equal stroke of the oars told the whole story.

When they reached the middle of the lake, they heard loud music from the sh.o.r.e, and, looking back, saw a great crowd, accompanied by the band, in front of their house.

”Thank G.o.d! We've escaped that,” said Hansei.

They rowed on, further and further, and went ash.o.r.e on the opposite bank where, holding each other by the hand, they walked up the hill.

They soon reached a bluff, where they rested for awhile. At last, Hansei said:

”Walpurga, it seems to me that you don't want to be the landlady of the Chamois. Tell me frankly, is it so?”

”No, I don't; but if you're really bent upon it--”

”I want nothing that doesn't suit you.”

”Nor do I want anything that displeases you.”

”And so we'll let the innkeeper go his own way?”

”Gladly.”

”We can wait.”

”We can remain as we are, for the present.”