'Do you think I would let you go? The mere formal recognition of my majority will not make a straw's difference in our position one towards the other.'
'It will, Edmund,' said the Countess gravely. 'This day signifies to you more than a mere form. Hitherto you have been my son, the heir, over whom I exercised a guardian's authority. Henceforth you will be the leading person, the head of the house. It now devolves on you to represent the name and family of Ettersberg. May you sustain your rank brilliantly and well, in all happiness and honour! Then no sacrifice will have been too great. All that I have borne and suffered will seem to me a light thing--for your sake.'
The words breathed of a great secret satisfaction. Perhaps they had another and a deeper meaning than any Edmund attached to them. He thought only of the sacrifice she had made in consenting to his marriage, and, stooping, he kissed her brow, thereby expressing his mute thanks.
The Countess warmly returned his embrace, but in the very act of doing so she started, and clasped her arms tightly, eagerly about her son, as though she would shield him from some danger.
'Why, what ails you?' asked Edmund calmly, following the direction of her eyes. 'It is only Oswald.'
'Oswald! Yes, indeed,' murmured the Countess. 'He, and always he!'
The interruption was indeed caused by Oswald, who had opened the glass-door leading from the terrace, and now, as he came in, appeared much surprised at beholding his aunt and cousin.
'I thought these rooms were quite empty,' he said, going up to them.
'And I thought you had long ago retired to rest,' replied the Countess. 'Where have you been?'
'In the park,' answered the young man laconically, not noticing the sharpness of her tone.