"It's far more comfortable on the first floor," she would often say; "I feel as if I'd just returned from a long journey. The rooms are so nice and cool, and my night-watchman sleeps in the daytime just as a night-watchman should, and--and--"
And Walpurga, too, fell asleep, although 'twas daylight.
CHAPTER II.
Walpurga soon accustomed herself to her changed mode of life. She was often concerned because she received no tidings from home.
But if there were no letters, there was a messenger at all events. A servant entered the room and said:
"There's a woman outside, who comes from the same place as Walpurga. She wishes to speak to you for a few moments."
"I'll go to her. Who is it?"
"No," said Mademoiselle Kramer; "receive her here."
The servant went out at once, and returned, bringing old Zenza with him.
"Oh, is it you, Zenza? Have you brought me anything from my child, my husband, or my mother? For God's sake, has anything happened? Are they sick?"