"Geiger-Hans," she called solemnly. Her tone was so full of mystery and import that he came to her in two steps. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the open window, whence the voice and the soft laughter still crept out upon the forest stillness. "Yonder—in there"—she whispered—"him!"
He interrupted her. "I know: I saw him come, little mother; and I have spoken with Friedel."
"He looked at her a great deal," she insisted.
"At whom? At little Sidonia?"
"Ay; and he took her by the chin."
"Did he so?" said Geiger-Hans. His low voice had a tremor of anger. Then he was silent; and the forest-mother stood waiting, her eyes confidently on him. A fantastic figure in the moonshine, yet this solid peasant woman seemed to leave her anxieties with confidence in his hands.
"I can rid you of your unexpected honours for to-night," said the vagrant musician at last. "But who can guard the fawn in the forest from the cunning hunter? Fritz must take back Mamzell Sidonia home before he goes his rounds to-morrow."
"And she only just come, and so happy, poor lamb!"
But she made no further protest, and went with her vinegar softly back to the house.
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