CHAPTER XXII.
The burgomaster's wife returned home just before dinner, and found amotley throng of bearded warriors assembled in front of the house, theywere trying to make themselves intelligible in the English language tosome of the constables, and when the latter respectfully saluted Maria,raised their hands to their morions also.
She pleasantly returned the greeting and passed into the entry, wherethe full light of noon streamed in through the open door.
Peter had assigned quarters to the English soldiers outside, and aftera consultation with the new commandant, Jan Van der Does, gave themofficers. They were probably waiting for their comrades, for when theyoung wife had ascended the first steps of the staircase and lookedupward, she found the top of the narrow flight barred by the tall figureof a soldier. The latter had his back towards her and was showingBessie his dark velvet cap, surrounded by rectangular teeth, above whichfloated a beautiful light-blue ostrich-plume. The child seemed to haveformed a close friendship with the soldier, for, although the latter wasrefusing her something, the little girl laughed gaily.
Maria paused irresolutely a moment; but when the child snatched thegay cap and put it on her own curls, she thought she must check her andexclaimed warningly: "Why, Bessie, that is no plaything for children."
The soldier turned, stood still a moment in astonishment, raised hishand to his forehead, and then, with a few hurried bounds, sprang downthe stairs and rushed up to the burgomaster's wife. Maria had startedback in surprise; but he gave her no time to think, for stretching outboth hands he exclaimed in an eager, joyous tone, with sparkling eyes:"Maria! Jungfrau Maria! You here! This is what I call a lucky day!" Theyoung wife had instantly recognized the soldier and willingly laid herright hand in his, though not without a shade of embarrassment.
The officer's clear, blue eyes sought hers, but she fixed her gaze onthe floor, saying: "I am no longer what I was, the young girl has becomea housewife."
"A housewife!" he exclaimed. "How dignified that sounds! And yet! Yet!You are still Jungfrau Maria! You haven't changed a hair. That's justthe way you bent your head at the wedding in Delft, the way you raisedyour hands, lowered your eyes--you blushed too, just as prettily."
There was a rare melody in the voice which uttered these words withjoyous, almost childlike freedom, which pleased Maria no less than theofficer's familiar manner annoyed her. With a hasty movement she raisedher head, looked steadily into the young man's handsome face and saidwith dignity:
"You see only the exterior, Junker von Dornburg; three years have mademany changes within."
"Junker von Dornburg," he repeated, shaking his waving locks. "I wasJunker Georg in Delft. Very different things have happened to us, dearlady, very different things. You see I have grown a tolerable, thoughnot huge moustache, am stouter, and the sun has bronzed my pink andwhite boyish face--in short: my outer man has changed for the worse, butwithin I am just the same as I was three years ago."
Maria felt the blood again mounting into her cheeks, but she did notwish to blush and answered hastily: "Standing still is retrograding, soyou have lost three beautiful years, Herr von Dornburg."
The officer looked at Maria in perplexity, and then said more gravelythan before:
"Your jest is more opportune, than you probably suppose; I had hoped tofind you again in Delft, but powder was short in Alfen, so the Spaniardwill probably reach your native city sooner than we. Now a kind fatebrings me to you here; but let me be honest--What I hope and desirestands clearly before my eyes, echoes in my soul, and when I thought ofour meeting, I dreamed you would lay both hands in mine and, instead ofgreeting me with witty words, ask the old companion of happy hours, yourbrother Leonhard's best friend: 'Do you still remember our dead?' Andwhen I had told you: 'Yes, yes, yes, I have never forgotten him,' then Ithought the mild lustre of your eyes--Oh, oh, how I thank you! The dearorbs are floating in a mist of tears. You are not so wholly changed asyou supposed, Frau Maria, and if I loyally remember the past, will youblame me for it?"
"Certainly not," she answered cordially. "And now that you speak to meso, I will with pleasure again call you Junker Georg, and as Leonhard'sfriend and mine, invite you to our house."
"That will be delightful," he cried cordially. "I have so much to askyou and, as for myself--alas, I wish I had less to tell."
"Have you seen my husband?" asked Maria.
"I know nobody in Leyden," he replied, "except my learned, hospitablehost, and the doge of this miniature Venice, so rich in water andbridges."
Georg pointed up the stair-case. Maria blushed again as she said:
"Burgomaster Van der Werff is my husband."
The nobleman was silent for a short time, then he said quickly:
"He received me kindly. And the pretty elf up yonder?"
"His child by his first marriage, but now mine also. How do you happento call her the elf?"
"Because she looks as if she had been born among white flowers in themoonlight, and because the afterglow of the sunrise, from which theelves flee, crimsoned her cheeks when I caught her."
"She has already received the name once," said Maria. "May I take you tomy husband?"
"Not now, Frau Van der Werff, for I must attend to my men outside, butto-morrow, if you will allow me."
Maria found the dishes smoking on the dining-table. Her family hadwaited for her, and, heated by the rapid walk at noon, excited by herunexpected meeting with the young German, she opened the door of thestudy and called to her husband:
"Excuse me! I was detained. It is very late."
"We were very willing to wait," he answered kindly, approaching her.Then all she had resolved to do returned to her memory and, for thefirst time since her marriage, she raised her husband's hand to herlips. He smilingly withdrew it, kissed her on the forehead, and said:
"It is delightful to have you here."
"Isn't it?" she asked, gently shaking her finger at him.
"But we are all here now, and dinner is waiting."
"Come then," she answered gaily. "Do you know whom I met on the stairs?"
"English soldiers."
"Of course, but among them Junker von Dornburg."
"He called on me. A handsome fellow, whose gayety is very attractive, aGerman from the evangelical countries."
"Leonhard's best friend. Don't you know? Surely I've told you about him.Our guest at Jacoba's wedding."
"Oh! yes. Junker Georg. He tamed the chestnut horse for the Prince'sequerry."
"That was a daring act," said Maria, drawing a long breath.
"The chestnut is still an excellent horse," replied Peter. "Leonhardthought the Junker, with his gifts and talents, would lift the world outof its grooves; I remember it well, and now the poor fellow must remainquietly here and be fed by us. How did he happen to join the Englishmenand take part in the war?"
"I don't know; he only told me that he had had many experiences."
"I can easily believe it. He is living at the tavern; but perhaps we canfind a room for him in the side wing, looking out upon the court-yard."
"No, Peter," cried the young wife eagerly. "There is no room in orderthere."
"That can be arranged later. At any rate we'll invite him to dinnerto-morrow, he may have something to tell us. There is good marrow in theyoung man. He begged me not to let him remain idle, but make him of usein the service. Jan Van der Does has already put him in the right place,the new commandant looks into people's hearts."
Barbara mingled in the conversation, Peter, though it was a week-day,ordered a jug of wine to be brought instead of the beer, and an eventthat had not occurred for weeks happened: the master of the house sat atleast fifteen minutes with his family after the food had been removed,and told them of the rapid advance of the Spaniards, the sad fate of thefugitive Englishmen, who had been disarmed and led away in sections, thebrave defence the Britons, to whose corps Georg belonged, had made atAlfen, and of another hot combat in which Don Gaytan, the right-hand andbest office
r of Valdez, was said to have fallen. Messengers still wentand came on the roads leading to Delft, but to-morrow these also wouldprobably be blocked by the enemy.
He always addressed everything he said to Maria, unless Barbaraexpressly questioned him, and when he at last rose from the table,ordered a good roast to be prepared the next day for the guest heintended to invite. Scarcely had the door of his room closed behind him,when little Bessie ran up to Maria, threw her arms around her and asked:
"Mother, isn't Junker Georg the tall captain with the blue feather, whoran down-stairs so fast to meet you?"
"Yes, child."
"And he's coming to dinner to-morrow! He's coming, Adrian."
The child clapped her hands in delight and then ran to Barbara toexclaim once more:
"Aunt Barbel, did you hear? He's coming!"
"With the blue feather," replied the widow.
"And he has curls, curls as long as Assendelft's little Clara. May I gowith you to see Cousin Henrica?"
"Afterwards, perhaps," replied Maria. "Go now, children, get the flowersand separate them carefully from the leaves. Trautchen will bring somehoops and strings, and then we'll bind the wreaths."
Junker Georg's remark, that this was a lucky day, seemed to be verified;for the young wife found Henrica bright and free from pain. With thedoctor's permission, she had walked up and down her room several times,sat a longer time at the open window, relished her chicken, and whenMaria entered, was seated in the softly-cushioned arm-chair, rejoicingin the consciousness of increasing strength.
Maria was delighted at her improved appearance, and told her how wellshe looked that day.
"I can return the compliment," replied Henrica. "You look very happy.What has happened to you?"
"To me? Oh! my husband was more cheerful than usual, and there was agreat deal to tell at dinner. I've only come to enquire for your health.I will see you later. Now I must go with the children to a sorrowfultask."
"With the children? What have the little elf and Signor Salvatore to dowith sorrow?"
"Captain Allertssohn will be buried to-morrow, and we are going to makesome wreaths for the coffin."
"Make wreaths!" cried Henrica, "I can teach you that! There, Trautchen,take the plate and call the little ones."
The servant went away, but Maria said anxiously: "You will exertyourself too much again, Henrica."
"I? I shall be singing again to-morrow. My preserver's potion doeswonders, I assure you. Have you flowers and oak-leaves enough?"
"I should think so."
At the last words the door opened and Bessie cautiously entered theroom, walking on tiptoe as she had been told, went up to Henrica,received a kiss from her, and then asked eagerly:
"Cousin Henrica, do you know? Junker Georg, with the blue feather, iscoming again to-morrow and will dine with us."
"Junker Georg?" asked the young lady.
Maria interrupted the child's reply, and answered in an embarrassedtone:
"Herr von Domburg, an officer who came to the city with the Englishmen,of whom I spoke to you--a German--an old acquaintance. Go and arrangethe flowers with Adrian, Bessie, then I'll come and help you."
"Here, with Cousin Henrica," pleaded the child.
"Yes, little elf, here; and we'll both make the loveliest wreath youever saw."
The child ran out, and this time, in her delight, forgot to shut thedoor gently.
The young wife gazed out of the window. Henrica watched her silently fora time and then exclaimed:
"One word, Frau Maria. What is going on in the court-yard? Nothing?And what has become of the happy light in your eyes? Your house isn'tswarming with guests; why did you wait for Bessie to tell me aboutJunker Georg, the German, the old acquaintance?"
"Let that subject drop, Henrica."
"No, no! Do you know what I think? The storm of war has blown to yourhouse the young madcap, with whom you spent such happy hours at yoursister's wedding. Am I right or wrong? You needn't blush so deeply."
"It is he," replied Maria gravely. "But if you love me, forget what Itold you about him, or deny yourself the idle amusement of alluding toit, for if you should still do so, it would offend me."
"Why should I! You are the wife of another."
"Of another whom I honor and love, who trusts me and himself invited theJunker to his house. I have liked the young man, admired his talents,been anxious when he trifled with his life as if it were a paltry leaf,which is flung into the river."
"And now that you have seen him again, Maria?"
"Now I know, what my duty is. Do you see, that my peace here is notdisturbed by idle gossip."
"Certainly not, Maria; yet I am still curious about this Chevalier Georgand his singing. Unfortunately we shan't be long together. I want to gohome."
"The doctor will not allow you to travel yet."
"No matter. I shall go as soon as I feel well enough. My father isrefused admittance, but your husband can do much, and I must speak withhim."
"Will you receive him to-morrow?"
"The sooner the better, for he is your husband and, I repeat, the groundis burning under my feet."
"Oh!" exclaimed Maria.
"That sounds very sad," cried Henrica. "Do you want to hear, that Ishall find it hard to leave you? I shouldn't go yet; but my sisterAnna, she is now a widow--Thank God, I should like to say, but she issuffering want and utterly deserted. I must speak to my father abouther, and go forth from the quiet haven into the storm once more."
"My husband will come to you," said Maria.
"That's right, that's right! Come in, children! Put the flowers on thetable yonder. You, little elf, sit down on the stool and you, Salvatore,shall give me the flowers. What does this mean? I really believe thescamp has been putting perfumed oil on his curly head. In honor of me,Salvatore? Thank you!--We shall need the hoops later. First we'll makebouquets, and then bind them with the leaves to the wood. Sing me a songwhile we are working, Maria. The first one! I can bear it to-day."