Part 2 (1/2)

”Yes, by my dead wife's express desire. I at first opposed it, and the result proves that I was right. Every care and kindness was lavished on this girl, who even now, after so many years, is still as alien, I might almost say as hostile to us, as on the first day of her arrival.

If I did not know that my Edith's bright, sunny temperament instinctively repels such influences, I should be anxious about this companions.h.i.+p and should have put an end to it long ago.”

”Such mysterious natures are unsympathetic to me also,” replied Gerald hastily, with an expression that almost betrayed repugnance. ”There is something uncanny in her appearance. I met her eyes a moment a short time ago, and it seemed as if I were gazing into a dark, tempestuous night. Edith, on the contrary, seems like a bright spring day, though with somewhat April weather.”

The colonel laughed heartily at the comparison.

”Have you discovered that already? Yes, she is as capricious as an April day. Rain and suns.h.i.+ne in the same moment. But I can give you the consolation that the suns.h.i.+ne predominates, only you must understand how to call it forth. Now go to her, that your first meeting may not end in discord. You will come to an understanding better if you are alone.”

He waved his hand kindly to his future son-in-law and left the room.

Gerald did not seem to have thought of a reconciliation, but he could not disregard this hint; and, besides, the father was right, this first hour of their intercourse ought not to end in discord. The young man, therefore, went to the adjoining room, where the girls probably still remained. His coming had doubtless been expected, for at his entrance something fluttered away like a frightened bird, and he saw Edith's light summer dress vanish behind the door of the adjacent apartment.

But the concealment did not seem to be very seriously meant--besides the dress a little foot was visible, betraying the listener's presence.

Gerald turned to Danira, who had not left her seat.

”I wished to have a few minutes' conversation with Edith. I expected to find her here.”

”Edith has a headache, and will not make her appearance again until dinner time; she does not wish to be disturbed now.”

While Danira carelessly delivered the message she stepped back a little, as if expecting that the young officer would not heed the command but enter in spite of it. He could not help seeing his _fiancee_ in her hiding place, or fail to understand that she was merely making it a little difficult for him to obtain forgiveness.

Gerald really did cast a glance in that direction, but instantly drew himself up and with a military salute, and said:

”Then please give my regards to her.” And he left the room without even glancing back.

He had scarcely gone when Edith appeared from behind the door. She looked more astonished than indignant, and evidently could not understand the rebuff she had received.

”He is really going!” she angrily exclaimed. ”Yet he must have seen that I was in the room, that I expected him--he probably did not wish to find me.”

Danira shrugged her shoulders. ”I'm afraid it won't be so easy for you to 'cure' this man. He has just showed you that he does not allow himself to be trifled with.”

Edith stamped her little foot on the ground like a naughty child.

”I told you he had a horrible leaven of the schoolmaster, but his very defiance pleased me. He really looked like a hero when he drew himself up in that soldierly way and stalked off with his spurs clanking.”

She saucily tried to imitate Gerald's gait and bearing, but Danira did not even smile. Her tone was cold and grave as she replied:

”Beware of that obstinacy; it will give you trouble.”

II.

Nearly three weeks had pa.s.sed since the arrival of the regiment. The larger part of it had already gone to the scene of the insurrection, but Gerald's division still remained in Cattaro, thereby subjecting his patience to a severe trial. He and his men had been ordered to the citadel overlooking the city, now used only for keeping prisoners. The service was therefore very easy, and the young officer could spend several hours daily with his fiancee, which was regularly done.

It was very early in the morning. A dense fog rested on the bay and mountains, and there was less bustle than usual in the port.

Among the sailors and laborers already on the spot appeared the figure of George Moosbach, walking up and down in full uniform, but evidently much bored.

He had tried to enter into conversation with one of the sailors, but the latter understood nothing but Slavonic, and pantomime was not sufficient to enable them to comprehend each other, so the attempt ceased. George was strolling discontentedly on, muttering something about ignorant people who did not even understand Tyrolese German, when a voice behind him said: