“Look at me, Adelheid.”
She looked at him and was afraid.
“How dare you come up here with your retinue?” he asked. “Up here ... to me ... in this room? Look at me, Adelheid. Is there not room enough in the house besides? Are there not a hundred houses in the town where you can play the game you love?”
Fru Adelheid stretched out her hands to him:
“Cordt!”
But his eyes were large and stern and she could not bear to look into them.
Then she rose and stood before him with bowed head:
“Shall I go, Cordt?” she asked, softly.
He did not answer, but crossed the room. And Fru Adelheid sat down on the edge of the big chair, as if she were not at home in the room.
“Yes ... Martens,” he said.