"Nay, I knew it not till you did tell me. I trow you would be better for a little good company."
"I trow not. What is their silly chat to me?"
Here Margaret requested the father to leave them alone: and in his absence put some practical questions. Then she reflected.
"When you wake i" the morning you find yourself quiver, as one may say?"
"Nay. Ay. How knew you that?"
"Shall I dose you, or shall I but tease you a bit with my "silly chat"?"
"Which you will."
"Then I will tell you a story. "Tis about two true lovers."
"I hate to hear of lovers," said the girl; "nevertheless canst tell me, "twill be less nauseous than your physic--maybe."
Margaret then told her a love story. The maiden was a girl called Ursel, and the youth one Conrad; she an old physician"s daughter, he the son of a hosier at Tergou. She told their adventures, their troubles, their sad condition. She told it from the female point of view, and in a sweet and winning and earnest voice, that by degrees soon laid hold of this sullen heart, and held it breathless; and when she broke it off her patient was much disappointed.
"Nay, nay, I must hear the end. I will hear it."
"Ye cannot, for I know it not; none knoweth that but G.o.d."
"Ah, your Ursel was a jewel of worth," said the girl earnestly. "Would she were here."
"Instead of her that is here."
"I say not that;" and she blushed a little.
"You do but think it."
"Thought is free. Whether or no, an she were here, I"d give her a buss, poor thing."
"Then give it me, for I am she."
"Nay, nay, that I"ll be sworn y" are not."
"Say not so; in very truth I am she. And prithee, sweet mistress, go not from your word, but give me the buss ye promised me, and with a good heart, for oh, my own heart lies heavy: heavy as thine, sweet mistress."
The young gentlewoman rose and put her arms round Margaret"s neck and kissed her. "I am woe for you," she sighed. "You are a good soul; you have done me good--a little." (A gulp came in her throat.) "Come again!
come often!"
Margaret did come again, and talked with her, and gently, but keenly, watched what topics interested her, and found there was but one. Then she said to the mayor, "I know your daughter"s trouble, and "tis curable."
"What is"t? the blood?"
"Nay."
"The stomach?"
"Nay."
"The liver?"
"Nay."
"The foul fiend?"
"Nay."
"What then?"
"Love."
"Love? stuff, impossible! She is but a child; she never stirs abroad unguarded. She never hath from a child."
"All the better; then we shall not have far to look for him."
"I trow not. I shall but command her to tell me the catiff"s name, that hath by magic arts ensnared her young affections."
"Oh, how foolish be the wise!" said Margaret; "what, would ye go and put her on her guard? Nay, let us work by art first; and if that fails, then "twill still be time for violence and folly."
Margaret then with some difficulty prevailed on the mayor to take advantage of its being Sat.u.r.day, and pay all his people their salaries in his daughter"s presence and hers.
It was done: some fifteen people entered the room, and received their pay with a kind word from their employer. Then Margaret, who had sat close to the patient all the time, rose and went out. The mayor followed her.
"Sir, how call you yon black haired lad?"
"That is Ulrich, my clerk."
"Well then, "tis he."
"Now heaven forbid! a lad I took out of the streets."
"Well, but your worship is an understanding man. You took him not up without some merit of his."
"Merit? not a jot. I liked the looks of the brat, that was all."
"Was that no merit? He pleased the father"s eye. And now he hath pleased the daughter"s. That has oft been seen since Adam."
"How know ye "tis he?"
"I held her hand, and with my finger did lightly touch her wrist; and, when the others came and went, "twas as if dogs and cats had fared in and out. But at this Ulrich"s coming her pulse did leap, and her eyes shine; and, when he went, she did sink back and sigh; and "twas to be seen the sun had gone out of the room for her. Nay, burgomaster, look not on me so scared: no witch nor magician I, but a poor girl that hath been docile, and so bettered herself by a great neglected leech"s art and learning. I tell ye all this hath been done before, thousands of years ere we were born. Now bide thou there till I come to thee, and prithee, prithee, spoil not good work wi" meddling." She then went back and asked her patient for a lock of her hair.
"Take it," said she, more listlessly than ever.
"Why, "tis a la.s.s of marble. How long do you count to be like that, mistress?"
"Till I am in my grave, sweet Peggy."