CHAPTER XI.
THE FIRST NIGHT OF A BARONESS.
"Yes, it's all very nice for him, he goes off on his pleasure, and leaves me here alone! What am I to do now?"
Thus Frau Ceres was complaining to Fräulein Perini, when Sonnenkamp, Pranken, and Roland were gone. With the hurry and restlessness of fever she was walking up and down the room, every now and then asking whether there was nothing to be done, and begging Fräulein Perini to tell her what she ought to do. The latter urged her to be composed, and asked her to sit down by her side, and fill out the ground at the other end of her embroidery.
"Yes," exclaimed Frau Ceres suddenly, "now I have it. I'll do something that will please him too; I'll embroider a sofa-cushion with our coat-of-arms. Besides, I have seen hassocks in the church with coats-of-arms embroidered on them; we'll have those too."
Fräulein Perini nodded.
"And something else yet!" said she.
"Really? Do you know of something else?" exclaimed Frau Ceres.
"Yes, it will be something well befitting your pious mind. You have already thought of it, only you have forgotten about it."
"What? what have I forgotten?"