"The man is quite beyond your control," said Axel in a voice of anger; and voices of anger commonly being loud voices, this one produced the effect of three doors being simultaneously opened: the door leading to the servants" quarters, through which Marie looked and vanished again, retreating to the kitchen to talk prophetically of weddings; the dining-room door, behind which Dellwig had grown more and more impatient at being kept waiting so long; and the drawing-room door, on the other side of which the baroness had been lingering for some moments, desiring to go upstairs for her scissors, but hesitating to interrupt Anna"s business with the inspector, whose voice she thought it was that she heard.
The baroness shut her door again immediately. "_Aha_--the admirer!" she said to herself; and went back quickly to her seat. "The Miss is talking to a _junge Herr_," she announced, her eyes wider open than ever.
"A _junge Herr_?" echoed Frau von Treumann. "I thought the inspector was old?"
"It must be Axel Lohm," said the princess, not raising her eyes from her work. "He often comes in."
"He comes courting, evidently," said the baroness with a sub-acid smile.
"It has not been evident to me," said the princess coldly.
"I thought it looked like it," said the baroness, with more meekness.
"Is that the Lohm who was engaged to one of the Kiederfels girls some years ago?" asked Frau von Treumann.
"Yes, and she died."
"But did he not marry soon afterwards? I heard he married."
"That was the second brother. This one is the eldest, and lives next to us, and is single."
Frau von Treumann was silent for a moment. Then she said blandly, "Now confess, princess, that _he_ is the perilous person from whom you think it necessary to defend Miss Estcourt."
"Oh no," said the princess with equal blandness; "I have no fears about him."
"What, is he too possessed of an invulnerable heart?"
"I know nothing of his heart. I said, I believe, adventurers. And no one could call Axel Lohm an adventurer. I was thinking of men who have run through all their own and all their relations" money in betting and gambling, and who want a wife who will pay their debts."
"_Ach so_," said Frau von Treumann with perfect urbanity. And if this talk about protecting Miss Estcourt from adventurers in a place where there were apparently no human beings of any kind, but only trees and marshes, might seem to a bystander to be foolishness, to the speakers it was luminousness itself, and in no way increased their love for each other.
Meanwhile Dellwig, looking through the door and seeing Lohm, brought his heels together and bowed with his customary exaggeration. "I beg a thousand times pardon," he said; "I thought the gracious Miss was engaged and would not return, and I was about to go home."
"I have found the paper, and am coming," said Anna coldly. "Well, good-night," she added in English, holding out her hand to Axel.
"If you will allow me, I should like to pay my respects to Princess Ludwig before I go," he said, thinking thus to see her later.
"Ah! wasn"t I right?" she said, smiling. "You are determined to look at the new arrivals. How can a man be so inquisitive? But I will say good-night all the same. I shall be ages with Herr Dellwig, and shall not see you again." She shook hands with him, and went into the dining-room, Dellwig standing aside with deep respect to let her pa.s.s.
But she turned to say something to him as he shut the door, and Axel caught the expression of her face, the intense boredom on it, the profound distrust of self; and he went in to the princess with an unusually severe and determined look on his own.
Dellwig went home that night in a savage mood. "That young man," he said to his wife, flinging his hat and coat on to a chair and himself on to a sofa, "is thrusting himself more and more into our affairs."
"That Lohm?" she asked, rolling up her work preparatory to fetching his evening drink.
"I had almost got the Miss to consent to the brick-kiln. She was quite reasonable, and went out to get the plan I had made. Then she met him--he is always hanging about."
"And then?" inquired Frau Dell wig eagerly.
"Pah--this petticoat government--having to beg and pray for the smallest concession--it makes an honest man sick."
"She will not consent?"
"She came back as obstinate as a mule. It all had to be gone into again from the beginning."
"She will not consent?"
"She said Lohm would look at the place and advise her."
"_Aber so was!_" cried Frau Dellwig, crimson with wrath. "Advise her?
Did you not tell her that you were her adviser?"
"You may be sure I did. I told her plainly enough, I fancy, that Lohm had nothing to say here, and that her uncle had always listened to me.
She sat without speaking, as she generally does, not even looking at me--I never can be sure that she is even listening."
"And then?"
"I asked her at last if she had lost confidence in me."
"And then?"
"She said _oh nein_, in her affected foreign way--in the sort of voice that might just as well mean _oh ja_." And he imitated, with great bitterness, Anna"s way of speaking German. "Mark my words, Frau, she is as weak as water for all her obstinacy, and the last person who talks to her can always bring her round."
"Then you must be the last person."
"If it were not for that prig Lohm, that interfering a.s.s, that incomparable rhinoceros----"
"He wants to marry her, of course."
"If he marries her----" Dellwig stopped short, and stared gloomily at his muddy boots.
"If he marries her----" repeated his wife; but she too stopped short.
They both knew well enough what would happen to them if he married her.
The building of the brick-kiln had come to be a point of honour with the Dellwigs. Ever since Anna"s arrival, their friends the neighbouring farmers and inspectors had been congratulating them on their complete emanc.i.p.ation from all manner of control; for of course a young ignorant lady would leave the administration of her estate entirely in her inspector"s hands, confining her activities, as became a lady of birth, to paying the bills. Dellwig had not doubted that this would be so, and had boasted loudly and continually of the different plans he had made and was going to carry out. The estate of which he was now practically master was to become renowned in the province for its enterprise and the extent, in every direction, of its operations. The brick-kiln was a long-cherished scheme. His oldest friend and rival, the head inspector of a place on the other side of Stralsund, had one, and had constantly urged him to have one too; but old Joachim, without illusions as to the quality of the clay, and by no manner of means to be talked into disbelieving the evidence of his own eyes, would not hear of it, and Dellwig felt there was nothing to be done in the face of that curt refusal. The friend, triumphing in his own brick-kiln and his own more pliable master, jeered, dug him in the ribs at the Sunday gatherings, and talked of dependence, obedience, and restricted powers. Such friends are difficult to endure with composure; and Dellwig, and still less his wife, for many months past had hardly been able to bear the word "brick"
mentioned in their presence. When Anna appeared on the scene, so young, so foreign, and so obviously foolish, Dellwig, certain now of success, told his friend on the very first Sunday night that the brick-kiln was now a mere matter of weeks. Always a boaster, he could not resist boasting a little too soon. Besides, he felt very sure; and the friend, too, had taken it for granted, when he heard of the impending young mistress, that the thing was as good as built.
That was in March. It was now the end of April, and every Sunday the friend inquired when the building was to be begun, and every Sunday Dellwig said it would begin when the days grew longer. The days had grown longer, would have grown in a few weeks to their longest, as the friend repeatedly pointed out, and still nothing had been done. To the many people who do not care what their neighbours think of them, the torments of the two Dellwigs because of the unbuilt brick-kiln will be incomprehensible. Yet these torments were so acute that in the weaker moments immediately preceding meals they both felt that it would almost be better to leave Kleinwalde than to stay and endure them; indeed, before dinner, or during wakeful nights, Frau Dellwig was convinced that it would be better to die outright. The good opinion of their neighbours--more exactly, the envy of their neighbours--was to them the very breath of their nostrils. In their set they must be the first, the undisputedly luckiest, cleverest, and best off. Any position less mighty would be unbearable. And since Anna came there had been nothing but humiliations. First the dinner to the Manskes, from which they had been excluded--Frau Dellwig grew hot all over at the recollection of the Sunday gathering succeeding it; then the renovation of the _Schloss_ without the least reference to them, without the smallest asking for advice or help; then the frequent communications with the pastor, putting him quite out of his proper position, the confidence placed in him, the ridiculous respect shown him, his connection with the mad charitable scheme; and now, most dreadful of all, this obstinacy in regard to the brick-kiln. It was becoming clear that they were fairly on the way to being pitied by the neighbours. Pitied! Horrid thought. The great thing in life was to be so situated that you can pity others. But to be pitied yourself? Oh, thrice-accursed folly of old Joachim, to leave Kleinwalde to a woman! Frau Dellwig could not sleep that night for hating Anna. She lay awake staring into the darkness with hot eyes, and hating her with a heartiness that would have petrified that unconscious young woman as she sat about a stone"s throw off in her bedroom, motionless in the chair into which she had dropped on first coming upstairs, too tired even to undress, after her long struggle with Frau Dellwig"s husband. "The _Englanderin_ will ruin us!" cried Frau Dellwig suddenly, unable to hate in silence any longer.
"_Wie? Was?_" exclaimed Dellwig, who had dozed off, and was startled.
"She will--she will!" cried his wife.
"Will what? Ruin us? The _Englanderin_? _Ach was--Unsinn._ _She_ can be managed. It is Lohm who is the danger. It is Lohm who will ruin us. If we could get rid of him----"
"_Ach Gott_, if he would die!" exclaimed Frau Dellwig, with fervent hands raised heavenwards. "_Ach Gott_, if he would only die!"
"_Ach Gott, ach Gott!_" mimicked her husband irritably, for he disliked being suddenly awakened. "People never die when anything depends on it,"
he grumbled, turning over on his side. And he cursed Axel several times, and went to sleep.