"Why, she is plainly little more than a child," said Frau von Treumann.
"She is twenty-five," said the princess.
"Rather an old child," observed the baroness.
"She looks much younger. But twenty-five is surely young enough for this life, away from her own people," said Frau von Treumann.
"Yes--why does she lead it?" asked the baroness eagerly. "Can you tell us, Frau Prinzessin? Has she then quarrelled with all her friends?"
"Miss Estcourt has not told me so."
"But she must have quarrelled. Eccentric as the English are, there are limits to their eccentricity, and no one leaves home and friends and country without some good reason." And Frau von Treumann shook her head.
"She has quarrelled, I am sure," said the baroness.
"I think so too," said Frau von Treumann; "I thought so from the first.
My son also thought so. You remember Karlchen, princess?"
"Perfectly."
"I discussed the question thoroughly with him, of course, as to whether I should come here or not. I confess I did not want to come. It was a great wrench, giving up everything, and going so far from my son. But after all one must not be selfish." And Frau von Treumann sighed and paused.
No one said anything, so she continued: "One feels, as one grows older, how great are the claims of others. And a widow with only one son can do so much, can make herself of so much use. That is what Karlchen said.
When I hesitated--for I fear one does hesitate before inconvenience--he said, "_Liebste Mama_, it would be a charity to go to the poor young lady. You who have always been the first to extend a sympathetic hand to the friendless, how is it that you hesitate now? Depend upon it, she has had differences at home and needs countenance and help. You have no enc.u.mbrances. You can go more easily than others. You must regard it as a good work." And that decided me."
The princess let her work drop for a moment into her lap, and gazed over her spectacles at Frau von Treumann. "_Wirklich?_" she said in a voice of deep interest. "Those were your reasons? _Aber herrlich._"
"Yes, those were my reasons," replied Frau von Treumann, returning her gaze with pensive but steady eyes. "Those were my chief reasons. I regard it as a work of charity."
"But this is n.o.ble," murmured the princess, resuming her work.
"That is how _I_ have regarded it," put in the baroness. "I agree with you entirely, dear Frau von Treumann."
"I do not pretend to disguise," went on Frau von Treumann, "that it is an economy for me to live here, but poor as I have been since my dear husband"s death--you remember Karl, princess?"
"Perfectly."
"Poor as I have been, I always had sufficient for my simple wants, and should not have dreamed of altering my life if Miss Estcourt"s letters had not been so appealing."
"_Ach_--they were appealing?"
"Oh, a heart of stone would have been melted by them. And a widow"s heart is not of stone, as you must know yourself. The orphan appealing to the widow--it was irresistible."
"Well, you see she is not by any means alone," said the princess cheerfully. "Here we are, five of us counting the little Letty, surrounding her. So you must not sacrifice yourself unnecessarily."
"Oh, I am not one of those who having put their hand to the plough----"
"But where is the plough, dear Frau von Treumann? You see there is, after all, no plough."
"Dear princess, you always were so literal."
"Ah, you used to reproach me with that in the old days, when you wrote poetry and read it to me and I was rude enough to ask if it meant anything. We did not think then that we should meet here, did we?"
"No, indeed. And I cannot tell you how much I admire your courage."
"My courage? What fine qualities you invest me with!"
"Miss Estcourt has told me how admirably you discharge your duties here.
It is wonderful to me. You are an example to us all, and you make me feel ashamed of my own uselessness."
"Oh, you underrate yourself. People who leave everything to go and help others cannot talk of being useless. Yes, I look after her house for her, and I hope to look after her as well."
"After her? Is that one of your duties? Did she stipulate for personal supervision when she engaged you? How times are changed! When my Karl was alive, and we lived at Sommershof, I certainly would not have tolerated that my housekeeper should keep me in order as well as my house."
"The case was surely different, dear Frau von Treumann. Here is an unusually pretty young thing, with money. She will need all the protection I can give her, and it is a satisfaction to me to feel that I am here and able to give it."
"But she may any day turn round and request you to go."
"That of course may happen, but I hope it will not until she is safe."
"But do you think her so pretty?" put in the baroness wonderingly.
"Safe? What special dangers do you then apprehend for her?" asked Frau von Treumann with a look of amus.e.m.e.nt. "Dear princess, you always did take your duties so seriously. What a treasure you would have been to me in many ways. It is admirable. But do your duties really include watching over Miss Estcourt"s heart? For I suppose you are thinking of her heart?"
"I am thinking of adventurers," said the princess. "Any young man with no money would naturally be delighted to secure this young lady and Kleinwalde. And those who instead of money have debts, would naturally be still more delighted." And the princess in her turn gazed pensively but steadily at Frau von Treumann. "No," she said, taking up her work again, "I was not thinking of her heart, but of the annoyance she might be put to. I do not fancy that her heart would easily be touched."
Anna came in at that moment for a paper she wanted, and heard the last words. "What," she said, smiling, as she unlocked the drawer of her writing-table and rummaged among the contents, "you are talking about hearts? You see it is true that women can"t be together half an hour without getting on to subjects like that. If you were three men, now, you would talk of pigs." Then, a sudden recollection of Uncle Joachim coming into her mind, she added with conviction, "And pigs are better."
Nor was it till she had closed the door behind her that it struck her that when she came into the room both the princess and Frau von Treumann were looking preternaturally bland.
CHAPTER XVII
Axel Lohm was in the hall, having his coat taken from him by a servant.
"You here?" exclaimed Anna, holding out both hands. She was more than usually pleased to see him.
"Manske had a pile of letters for you, and could not get them to you because he has a pastors" conference at his house. I was there and saw the letters, and thought you might want them."
"Oh, I don"t want them--at least, there is no hurry. But the letters are only an excuse. Now isn"t it so?"
"An excuse?" he repeated, flushing.
"You want to see the new arrivals."
"Not in the very least."