Again came that short, mocking laugh from Wildenrod's lips, as he retorted: "Act no comedy with me; I know perfectly that to which I referred. What would poor Eric have done if he had suspected that his beloved friend had stolen from him the affections of his bride? Who knows from what bitter experiences sudden death saved him?"
"That is a shameful supposition," cried Egbert, indignantly, "and you wrong your sister as you do me. You talk as if an understanding existed between us. Eric's betrothed was as unapproachable, for me, as is now his widow. As to my feelings, I am bound to render no one an account."
"Not even Cecilia's brother?"
"Such a brother--no!"
"Herr Runeck, you are in my own room," reminded Oscar, with sharpness.
"I know that, but I have not come to exchange civilities with you, but to have a settlement made that can be postponed no longer."
"About what?" asked Wildenrod, as he stood there motionless, with arms crossed.
"Is it possible that I shall have to explain it to you first?"
"If I am to understand--assuredly."
Runeck made a gesture of impatience, but restrained himself and with apparent composure went on: "It refers, in the first place, to that occurrence in Berlin, at the residence of Frau von Sarewski, that doubtless concerned all of those present. But as I did not belong to that circle of society and knew none of the participants intimately, I did not concern myself further about the matter. Not until you made your appearance at Odensburg and I recognized the danger that threatened both Eric and his father, through you, did I inquire further. I learned that the matter had been subjected to proof, and that nothing saved you but your speedy departure and the urgent desire of the participants to ward off a public scandal. The proofs then obtained I have now in my hands, and witnesses are at my disposal. In face of this will you actually play the ignorant?"