Part 156 (1/2)

”Is he at his wild tricks again?” said a tall and handsome young man, with a countenance that bore the marks of dissipation. ”What are you doing, Eberhard?”

The boy looked startled and the servant said:

”Nothing, sir. My young master and I were only having a little fun together.”

The young man took the boy by the hand and walked with him through the meadow and toward a beautifully situated country-house, while Fitz, the groom, followed. The man in front was Count Eberhard von Wildenort, and the boy with him was his son.

Bruno had given strict orders that his boy should not go near the water. He had a great dread of that element, for it had brought such terrible misfortune upon his family. But, as if by some evil influence, the boy was always drawn toward the wild stream, and Fitz, who always let him have his own way, secretly abetted and accompanied him.

Bruno looked back, shook his finger at Fitz, and then entered the garden of the country-house. His wife was there, sitting in a large arm-chair. A little girl was playing on the gravel path, and a nurse was carrying an infant in her arms. The matin bell was heard, and presently the mother-in-law appeared at the garden gate. She was followed by a servant who carried an embroidered cus.h.i.+on and a prayer-book sparkling with jewels.

The baroness greeted her family with the calm and satisfied air of one who had already fulfilled her highest duties. Bruno offered her his arm and, Arabella following, they repaired to the breakfast table, which had been set in the arbor.

”Dear me!” said the Baroness. ”What shall we do with ourselves to-day?

It is lovely, and I don't think the weather will change. The apothecary tells me there is a very pretty shepherd's hut a few hours distant from here, the view from which must be exquisite. How would it be if we were to send our servants up before us, to make arrangements for our dining there?”

”Permit me, gracious mother-in-law,” replied Bruno, timidly.

”Very well; make a suggestion! Don't leave everything to me. What have you to propose in this deadly-lively solitude, where we are thrown upon the odious privy councilor, and the female philistines of his family. I beg of you, do propose something.”

”In my humble opinion--”

”Don't be so long coming to the point!”

”I think it will be to your interest if I first go myself, to see whether the roads are fair and to prevent you from being disappointed; for, although theatrical shepherdesses are, as a rule, very charming, they are apt to be great frights _au naturel_.”

”Thanks! you're really amiable. When will you set out on your reconnaissance?”

”To-day, if you desire it.”

”He would like to get off and be a free, single man for one day,” said the smiling Baroness to her daughter. ”Oh, I know him! Shall we give him a day?” she asked roguishly.

”You're in a very good humor,” replied Bruno. In spite of all her biting remarks, he was always studiously polite toward her. She had thrice paid his gaming and other debts, for Bruno had not yet received his sister's fortune, as the body had not been found. It was not till next year--that is, five years after her death--that he would be allowed to take legal possession of it.

”Yes, dear Bruno,” at last said Arabella, who was deeply pained by her husband's position. ”You'd better go by yourself. Leave Fitz here with us. Eberhard has grown so used to him, that he doesn't care to play with any one else.”

Bruno repaired to the apothecary's, where he was informed that the meadow belonged to the freeholder who lived at several hours' distance.

He started for the farm at once.

Walpurga was sitting by the window, and playing with the child in her lap, when she saw a horseman approaching. She involuntarily raised her hand to her eyes and leaned back, as if he were going to ride straight over her.

She saw him dismount and saw Hansei greet him and lead the horse to the stable; after that, Hansei and the stranger came into the room.

”G.o.d greet you, Count!” said Walpurga, composing herself and advancing toward him. ”How kind of you, to pay us a visit.”

She extended her hand to Bruno, who went on twisting his mustache, and did not offer his hand in return.

”Ah! it's you, is it? I didn't know that you were the mistress here.

And so this is the farm that you paid for with gold? You're shrewd, but don't be alarmed. I shan't call you to account!”