It was long after midnight when they arrived at Wildenort.
Irma alighted at the manor-house and, accompanied by the servant, knocked at the door.
Her father had not expected her so soon. There were no lights in the large house, or its extensive outbuildings.
Dogs barked, for strangers were coming. There was not even a dumb beast that knew Irma, for she was a stranger in her father's house.
Two plowboys passed by. They were astonished to see the beautiful lady at that hour, and she was obliged to tell them who she was.
She ordered her rooms to be opened. Her father slept near by. She longed to see him, but controlled herself. He could sleep calmly and not know that she was breathing near him. She, too, soon fell asleep and did not wake till broad daylight.
Stepping softly, old Eberhard entered the ante-chamber where Irma's maid was already sitting.
"My lady the countess, is still sleeping. It was three o'clock, just about daybreak, when we arrived."
"What made you hurry so and take no rest?"
"I don't know; but the countess was quite excited on the way. They couldn't drive fast enough for her. When my lady wishes anything, it must be done at once."