"Please tell the doctor the lady from the Nameless Castle wishes to see him."
Frau Zsuzsa placed the lamp on the kitchen table, and left the visitors standing in the middle of the floor.
"Well, what were you talking about so long out yonder?" demanded the doctor, when she burst into his study.
"Make haste and put on your coat again; the veiled lady from the Nameless Castle is here."
"What? Well, that is an event!" exclaimed the doctor, hurriedly thrusting his arms into the sleeves of his coat. "Is the count with her?"
"No; the groom accompanied her."
These magic words, "the veiled lady," had more influence on the doctor than any imaginable number of ducats.
At last he was to behold the mythological appearance--yes, and even hear her voice!
"Show her ladyship into the guest-chamber, and take a lamp in there," he ordered, following quickly, after he had adjusted his cravat in front of the looking-gla.s.s.
Then she stood before him--the mysterious woman. Her face was veiled as usual. Behind her stood the groom, with whose appearance every child in the village was familiar.
"Herr Doctor," stammered the young girl, so faintly that it was difficult to tell whether it was the voice of a child, a young or an old woman, "I beg that you will come with me at once to the castle; the gentleman is very seriously ill."
"Certainly; I am delighted!--that is, I am not delighted to hear of the worshipful gentleman"s illness, but glad that I am fortunate enough to be of service to him. I shall be ready in a few moments."
"Oh, pray make haste."
"The carriage will take us to the castle in five minutes, your ladyship."
"But we did not come in a carriage; we walked."
Only now the doctor noticed that the lady"s gown was thickly spattered with mud.
"What? Came on foot in such weather--all the way from the Nameless Castle? and your ladyship has a carriage and horses?"
"Cannot you come with us on foot, Herr Doctor?"
"I should like very much to accompany your ladyship; but really, I have _rheumatismus acutus_ in my foot, and were I to get wet I should certainly have an _ischias_."
Marie lifted her clasped hands in despair to her lips, but the beseeching expression on her face was hidden by the heavy veil. Could the doctor have seen the tearful eyes, the trembling lips!
Seeing that her voiceless pet.i.tion was in vain, Marie drew from her bosom a silken purse, and emptied the contents, gold, silver, and copper coins, on the table.
"Here," she exclaimed proudly. "I have much more money like this, and will reward you richly if you will come with me."
The doctor was amazed. There on the table lay more gold than the whole county could have mustered in these days of paper notes. Truly these people were not to be despised.
"If only it did not rain so heavily--"
"I will let you take my umbrella."
"Thanks, your ladyship; I have one of my own."
"Then let us start at once."
"But my foot--it pains dreadfully."
"We can easily arrange that. Henry, here, is a very strong man; he will take you on his shoulders, and bring you back from the castle in the carriage."
There were no further objections to be offered when Henry, with great willingness, placed his broad shoulders at the doctor"s service.
The doctor hastily thrust what was necessary into a bag, locked the money Marie had given him in a drawer, bade Frau Zsuzsa remain awake until he returned, and clambered on Henry"s back. In one hand he held his umbrella, in the other the lantern; and thus the little company took their way to the castle--the "double man" in advance, the little maid following with her umbrella.
The doctor had sufficient cause to be excited. What usurious gossip-interest might be collected from such a capitol! Dr. Tromfszky already had an enviable reputation in the county, but what would it become when it became known that he was physician in ordinary to the Nameless Castle?
The rain was not falling so heavily when they arrived at the castle.
Marie and Henry at once conducted the doctor to Ludwig"s chamber. Henry first thrust his head cautiously through the partly open door, then whispered that his master was still tossing deliriously about on the bed; whereupon the doctor summoned courage to enter the room. His first act was to snuff the candle, the wick having become so charred it scarcely gave any light. He could now examine the invalid"s face, which was covered with a burning flush. His eyes rolled wildly. He had not removed his clothes, but had torn them away from his breast.
"H"m! h"m!" muttered the doctor, searching in his bag for his bloodletting instruments. Then he approached the bed, and laid his fingers on the invalid"s pulse.
At the touch of his cold hand the patient suddenly sat upright and uttered a cry of terror:
"Who are you?"
"I am the doctor--the county physician--Dr. Tromfszky. Pray, Herr Count, let me see your tongue."
Instead of his tongue, the count exhibited a powerful fist.
"What do you want here? Who brought you here?" he demanded.
"Pray, pray be calm, Herr Count," soothingly responded the doctor, who was inclined to look upon this aggressive exhibition as a result of the fever. "Allow me to examine your pulse. We have here a slight paroxysm that requires medical aid. Come, let me feel your pulse; one, two--"
The count s.n.a.t.c.hed his wrist from the doctor"s grasp, and cried angrily:
"But I don"t need a doctor, or any medicine. There is nothing at all the matter with me. I don"t want anything from you, but to know who brought you here."
"Beg pardon," retorted the offended doctor. "I was summoned, and came through this dreadful storm. I was told that the Herr Count was seriously ill."
"Who said so? Henry?" demanded the count, rising on one knee.
Henry did not venture to move or speak.
"Did you fetch this doctor, Henry?" again demanded the invalid, with expanded nostrils, panting with fury.
The doctor, fancying that it would be well to tell the truth, now interposed politely:
"Allow me, Herr Count! Herr Henry did not come alone to fetch me, but he came with the gracious countess; and on foot, too, in this weather."
"What? Marie?" gasped the invalid; and at that moment his face looked as if he had become suddenly insane. An involuntary epileptic convulsion shook his limbs. He fell from the bed, but sprang at the same instant to his feet again, flung himself like an angry lion upon Henry, caught him by the throat, and cried with the voice of a demon: