Part 28 (2/2)

”What did he mean by that?” Trautvetter asked sharply.

”Well,” she laughed, ”I ought to have taken back some more money to-day. But I never mean to do that again. And then he said that if I were only really nice to you, you would give me lots of money.”

She started, so violently had the man struck his sword upon the ground, and he looked at her quite red and angry.

”Just like the low brute!” he cried.

”What! What do you mean?”

Trautvetter could not contain his wrath. He blurted out: ”Don't you know, Frau Lisbeth, what he meant?--that you should take me for a lover!”

She met his glance with a straight look; then she hung her head, and walked dumbly beside him.

”I will go back,” she said suddenly.

He took her hand and begged: ”Forgive me, Frau Lisbeth! please!”

She nodded silently and turned back on the road they had just traversed.

In her little sitting-room she sank limply into a chair. The windows were wide open; she heard the rippling of the brook, and the insects humming and buzzing in the big willow. At last she roused herself. She must be certain if Trautvetter was right in his suspicion, and that would need cunning. Her plan was soon made; it was very simple: she need only behave as if she had been following her husband's hint, then he would have to declare himself.

”Henke,” she began that evening, ”Trautvetter has made a proposal to-day. As soon as he has finished his service he is going to buy a place in the country, far away from here, and he wants me to keep house for him. If you agree, then you shall have a hundred marks a month.”

Henke was silent for a time; he was in some doubt what he should say to this. Lisbeth was so queer and cold, almost uncanny; but on the other hand she did not seem to be the least annoyed.

In a tone of would-be resignation he said at last: ”Well, Lisbeth, if you don't love me any more, if you think it's for your happiness, and you like to leave me----” he stopped.

His wife was suddenly standing before him, deathly pale. She shook her trembling clasped hands in his face, and spat contemptuously on the boards in front of him. Then she fled from the room.

He looked after her stupefied.

”So she's gone!” he muttered. Well, it was no use being too tragic over it. Either Lisbeth would be reasonable again, or----he was free of her.

There was a third possibility.

Countess Miramara had a.s.sured him that he could make an enormous fortune if he would go on the stage as a cornet-player. To-morrow she was going off to Bohemia. Suppose he were to join her? He did not trouble himself about desertion: he had got his papers all right, and desertion was not a crime for which one could be extradited. Austria was a big place and a merry; so the countess a.s.serted. And there was Hungary too.

Really that would be the best thing to do.

Next day Henke was over the border. He had already converted all his property into gold, and only took his trumpet with him. In place of his artilleryman's coat he wore a gorgeous fancy uniform, which showed off to the best advantage the excellences of his person. Evening after evening he performed his most admired pieces.

And he became a favourite with all the ladies.

Frau Lisbeth, however, obtained the dissolution of her marriage on the ground of malicious desertion.

At first she thought of furnis.h.i.+ng a little shop in the town and setting up a laundry; but Trautvetter begged her rather to go into service for a time.

”Why?” asked she.

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