Frau von Eschenhagen"s lips trembled; she could retain her forced composure no longer.
"I came to see my only son once more before he went to the war, perhaps to meet his death," she said with painful bitterness. "I had to learn from others that he was come to take leave of his future wife, but not to take leave of his mother, and that--that I could not endure."
"We were coming!" cried the young heir, excitedly. "We were coming before we left here to make one last attempt to win your heart. See, mother, here is my love, my Marietta--she waits for a friendly word from you."
Regine gave a long look at the lovers, and a pained expression pa.s.sed over her face as she saw her son draw Marietta"s head down on his breast, while the girl"s happy, blushing face spoke of trust and love never to be shaken. Motherly jealousy had a last, sharp struggle against her better nature, and then, conquered by love and justice, disappeared forever. Frau von Eschenhagen stretched out her hand to the young maiden.
"I have grieved you sorely, Marietta," she said half aloud, "and have done you great injustice, but you have repaid me by taking my boy from me, my boy, who loved no one but his mother until he met you, and now loves none but you. I believe that makes us quits."
"O, Will loves his mother as much as ever," cried Marietta eagerly. "I know only too well how much this separation has cost him."
"Well, there, we will have to endure one another on his account," Regine responded, with an attempt at joking which was far from successful. "We will both be anxious enough about him in the days to come, when he is in the field--ah," with a deep sigh, "there"ll be sorrow and care enough then. What do you say, child? I believe we"ll bear it better together."
She held out both arms, and in the next moment Marietta lay sobbing upon her breast. There were tears in the mother"s eyes, too, as she leaned over to kiss her future daughter. Then she said in her natural st.u.r.dy tone:
"Do not weep. Keep your head in the air, Marietta. A soldier"s sweetheart must be brave, remember that."
"A soldier"s wife," corrected Willibald, as his face grew bright. "She is to be a soldier"s wife before I march."
"Then Marietta will belong by right to Burgsdorf," said the mother, seemingly not at all surprised at this news, which she took very kindly.
"No demurrers, child. The young Frau von Eschenhagen has nothing farther to do with Waldhofen except to visit her grandfather. Or perhaps you are afraid of the stern mother-in-law? Ah, I know you think he will protect you," with a nod toward her son, "although he is not at home. He would even declare war against his own mother if she didn"t meet his little wife with open arms."
"But she will always do that, I know it," exclaimed her son, with a happy laugh. "When my mother once opens her heart, then everything she does is right."
"Ah, now you can flatter," said Regine with a reproving glance. "You will come to your future home at once, Marietta! As to the management of affairs, you need not bother your head about that. I"ll take care of everything, for a little thing like you wouldn"t know where to begin, and candidly, I wouldn"t allow any one to have a voice in the management of Burgsdorf while I lived there. If I decide to live elsewhere that"s another matter; but I can see already that Will will want you to live like a princess all your days. I can but pray that he"ll return to us whole and sound."
She threw her arms around her son and they embraced more warmly than they had ever done in their lives before.
A quarter of an hour later, the head forester, coming in hastily to see the old doctor, found the three in earnest conversation. He gave Regine a look, to which she responded by saying:
"Well, Moritz, am I still the personification of obstinacy and unreasonableness?" and she held out her hand to her brother-in-law. But he did not take it. Her second refusal but the week before was still fresh in his mind, and he turned to the others now, saying:
"So you"re to be married at once, I hear? I met Dr. Volkmar and he told me all about it, so I came over to offer our services to the bride, but as Willibald"s mother is here, there"s little for me to do."
"Ah, your services will be heartily welcome, uncle," said Willibald cordially.
"Well, well, I won"t be sorry to see my nephew married," said the head forester, kindly. "You"ve become a very romantic young man of late.
Toni"s caught the fever, too, and nothing would do but that Walldorf and she should be married at once; but I put my foot down on that. I said the circ.u.mstances were quite different, and that I had no intention of being left all alone like a cat."
He gave another grim look at Regine, but she went up to him and answered him cordially:
"Come now, Moritz, don"t growl; let us be happy and without strife for once. You see I did say yes, to my boy at least, when I found his heart was set on Marietta."
The head forester looked at her gravely for a moment, then he seized her hand and pressed it warmly, as he said:
"Yes, I see, Regine, and perhaps you"ll repent ere long of your no in another matter, and give a yes instead."
The old steward of Rodeck stood in his master"s dressing-room in the Adelsberg palace. He had come to the city to receive instructions from the prince before the latter left for the field. Egon, who wore the uniform of his regiment, had just finished giving the old man his orders, and said, finally:
"And keep everything in good order at Rodeck, I may possibly be able to spend a few hours there before I start, though the order to march may come any day. How do you think I look as a soldier?"
He stood back and straightened himself as he asked the question.
He was a handsome man, and his tall, slender figure appeared to great advantage in the rich uniform which he wore. Stadinger looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
"You"re magnificent!" he said. "It"s a pity your highness has to go as a soldier!"
"What do you mean? Am I not heart and soul a soldier? Service in the field won"t be any too easy, but I"ll soon get accustomed to it. Nothing should be difficult when it"s one"s duty."
"No, your highness thinks a great deal about duty; that"s why you left Ostend when your honored aunt had arranged a marriage for you, so suitable in every particular, and that"s why you--"
"You old rascal!" said the prince. "There"s one thing I shall miss in the field, and that"s your insinuations and sermons. By the way, remember me to pretty little Zena when you get back to Rodeck. Is she there now?"
"Yes, your highness, she is there now," said the old steward with emphasis.
"Naturally, because I"m marching to France. But I"ll tell you a secret.
I"m going to be a model of reason and virtue when I come back and then I shall marry."
"Really?" said Stadinger with delight "How rejoiced the whole court will be!"
"That"s as it may be," said Egon. "It"s more than probable that the whole court will be in a rage, especially my aunt Sophie. But you be silent, Stadinger; don"t breathe a syllable while I am away. Who knows but I may never return to you--think kindly of me, old fellow."
Stadinger"s eyes were filled with tears as he turned to go, and he said:
"How can your highness talk that way? It"s not likely an old worn-out man like me would be left, and you, so handsome, so young, so gay be taken. That"s not according to nature."
"Well, well, I did not mean to sadden you, you old ghost of the woods!"
said the young prince reaching out his hand. "We"ll think of victory and not of the slain, but if both should come together it would not be so hard."
The old man knelt and kissed his young prince"s hand.
"I would I could go with you," he said, half aloud.
"I"ve no doubt of it," said the prince laughing. "And you wouldn"t make a bad soldier either, despite your old gray head. This time the young ones have to go, and the old ones stay at home. Good-bye, Stadinger,"
and he shook him heartily by the hand. "What! You"re not crying" You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Away with all tears and sad forebodings. You"ll read me many a lecture yet."
"G.o.d grant it," said old Peter, with a heavy sigh. He gave one glance at the bright, handsome face, and looked at the moist eyes; then he went away with sad, drooping head. He realized for the first time, poor old man, how deep his highness had crept into his heart.
The prince glanced at the clock.
He had an engagement soon but not for an hour yet, so he picked up the newspapers containing the latest war rumors.
There was a quick, decided step in the next room; Egon looked up surprised. Servants did not step thus, and visitors were always announced. This visitor needed no announcement as every servant in the palace knew, and all doors were thrown open to him.
"Hartmut, is it you?"
Egon started forward in joyful surprise as his friend entered, and threw himself upon his breast.