His pride prevented his seeking advice from Regina; he had not spoken to her again. Apparently she understood the wisdom of making herself scarce. But when he returned of a morning from the river, where he went for a bath, he found the red-flowered counterpane of the canopied bed neatly arranged, the floor swept, and strewn with sand and fragrant fir spikes, and saw awaiting him on the gold-legged table (the fourth leg of which was propped up with a brick) a steaming brown coffee-pot, and dainty slices of black bread lying beside it.
His shyness at taking food from her hands had soon to be got over. At first he had still hesitated a little to break bread that she had brought him, but it looked so appetising, and bathing in the cold autumn mornings sharpened his hunger, that at last his scruples had gone to the wall.
At midday, a soup made of bread, and slices of roast meat, stood ready for him, not to mention a bottle of good wine; and in the evening, by some clever stratagem, another meal of a different character was contrived out of the same unpromising materials. Thus she knew how to keep house with nothing but the scanty larder he had found in the cellar at her disposal.
He often saw her whisk past the window with pots and kettles, on her way to wash them in the river. When she came back she would cautiously peer with her l.u.s.trous eyes through the shrubs, to ascertain whether the coast was clear. If he happened to be at the door, or looking out of the window, she would immediately disappear in the wood.
She made the gardener"s former workshop her domain. One morning when he had watched her go down to the river, he went in to look at it. He found a low, sloping room, with a roof composed of old greenhouse frames. The green, dusty, lead-bordered panes were much cracked, and in places let in the winds and rains of heaven. The ground was neither floored nor paved, but covered with a dark moist garden soil resembling peat. Attached to the walls were rude wooden shelves, once used by the gardener for his flower-pots. They now held all the house"s scanty stock of crockery. Pots, plates, and dishes were arranged on them in perfect order, and had been polished till they shone. A blackened door off its hinges, evidently rescued from the fire, supported by two wooden boxes about two feet from the ground, was spread with straw and a haircloth, of the kind that are thrown over the backs of horses to protect them from cold. This was her bed--"Many a dog has a better," he thought. The brick fireplace was in the opposite corner; a home-made contrivance of beams was meant to guide the belching smoke from the hearth into its proper channel, but only partially succeeded.
In this smoky hole, with its cold damp floor, she was domiciled, and desired nothing better. Here her heart was centred as in a dearly cherished Paradise. Poor, wretched woman! and to be driven forth from it meant to her death and perdition.
And then one evening she disappeared. He had at last made up his mind to speak to her about the provisions, and went to call her. No answer came. The kitchen was empty. He sought her in the park, among the ruins, on the bridge, all over the island, but there was no sign of her. Her name rang clearly out through the night air as he called her, and had she been anywhere about she must have heard it. He became suspicious. Probably after the hard work of her lonely days, she took it out at night in the arms of a swain. She was, of course, well versed in the arts of vice, and would not scruple to yield herself to the embraces of some rustic gallant. Many of her persecutors below may have desired the body they stoned. How otherwise could her obstinate adherence to her present miserable mode of living, after his father"s death, be explained, except by the existence of a new sin--a sin which, perhaps, had long been carried on hand-in-hand with the old. He was filled with loathing and disgust at the thought.
"If she can"t behave herself, I"ll pack her off early to-morrow morning;" and with this resolution he retired to rest. But he could not sleep for thinking of what the future would be without her. To send her away would involve going himself the same day.
At about six o"clock he was awakened out of a doze by a stealthy opening of the outer door. He got up and dressed himself quickly, determined to call her to account without loss of time. He entered the kitchen and found her on the hearth with inflated cheeks, blowing the pine logs she had just set alight into a flame.
She turned on him slowly, her eyes big with astonishment, and said, "Good morning, _Herr_."
He trembled in angry excitement. "Where have you been all night?" he thundered.
Her arms fell to her sides, and she shrank away terrified.
"Tell me at once."
"Ah, _Herr_," she stuttered, hanging her head, "I thought you wouldn"t notice I had gone, and that I should be back before the _Herr_ was awake----"
"So, if I don"t _notice_, you amuse yourself by running about all night?"
She had retreated still farther from him.
"But--but--I was obliged to go," she said, stammering painfully. "There was scarcely anything at all left--and--and the _Herr_ has eaten nothing but salt meat for so long."
The scales fell from his eyes.
"You went, then, to fetch food?"
"Of course, _Herr_. I have brought veal and fresh eggs and b.u.t.ter--and sausage and lots of things. It"s all in the cellar."
"Where did you get it?"
"Oh, I told you, _Herr_--in Bockeldorf. I know a grocer there, who gets ready a supply of what we want beforehand, and when I knock at nights he lets me in at the back door. Not a living soul besides his wife knows. And he"s not very dear. Herr Merckel, down in the village, charges a thaler a pound for meat, and swears at me into the bargain."
"And you have walked six miles there and back to-night, and carried all those heavy parcels?"
Still frightened, she regarded him with surprise.
"I think you know, _Herr_, that I can do it, for I told you so before."
"But it"s a physical impossibility. Don"t lie to me, girl. From my experience during the campaign, I know how much fatigue a _man_ can stand."
Now that she saw he was no longer angry she dared to draw herself to her full height. She exhibited her powerful arms proudly, and exclaimed with a pleased smile--
"I can stand more than any man, _Herr_, else I should be no good at all."
"For how long have you been going on these journeys, Regina?"
"For five years, _Herr_. Every week. Sometimes oftener. In summer it"s child"s play. But in autumn and winter, when the snow lies two feet thick in the wood, or when the meadows are flooded, it"s no joke. But there"s one thing to be thankful for, the nights are long then, and at least no one can see you. And I"d a hundred times rather walk the six miles than go to that beast--I beg pardon, I mean Herr Merckel--who takes a thaler for a pound of meat. Isn"t that abominable? And in the village----"
She paused suddenly, as if she feared being scolded for talking too much.
"What were you going to say, Regina?" he asked in a kindlier tone.
"Oh, nothing, but I should like to beg the _Herr"s_ pardon for having gone without leave. But I thought he might perhaps like a change for breakfast--a fresh egg----"
"Never mind, Regina," he said, turning away; "you are a good girl."
He went down to the river to bathe. When he came back he found his room tidied as usual, only the coffee was not there.
"She is so tired out that she"s fallen asleep," he thought, and resigned himself to wait. At least, she should not be reprimanded any more to-day.
But in consequence of his bath he was bitterly cold, and found he could not forego the customary warm beverage much longer. So, in order not to wake her he went on tiptoe into the kitchen to see to the fire himself.
But she was not asleep, though at the first glance it looked like it.
She sat on the edge of her couch, motionless, with her hands before her face. Now and again a quiver pa.s.sed through her frame, a symptom of the sleep of exhaustion. Yet on regarding her closer, he saw that glistening tear-drops were falling through her red, plump fingers, and her breast was shaking with gurgling sobs.
"What"s the matter, Regina? Why are you crying?"
She did not answer, but her sobs became louder.
"Have I hurt your feelings, Regina? I shouldn"t have scolded you if I had known where you had been."
She let her hands fall from her face, and looked at him with eyes swollen from weeping.
"Ah, _Herr_!" she said in a voice half choked by tears. "No one--ever--called me that before; and--it"s not--true."
His mood changed and became harsh again. He was not conscious of having used any abusive epithet. It was too ridiculous of this creature, who was accustomed to being hounded about from pillar to post, to pretend to be thin-skinned and fastidious.
"What isn"t true?" he demanded.
"What you said."
"What did I say? Good heavens!"
"That I--I was a good----" She broke again into convulsive sobs that stifled her voice.
He shook his head, perplexed at her distress. He had never looked very deeply into the most complex problems of the human soul, and did not know that even dishonour has its code of honour. Laughing, he laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Don"t cry any more, Regina; I meant no harm. And now get my breakfast ready."