Immediately the old man's white head appeared at the window, and Magde held the child aloft in her hands towards him.
And now everything was performed rightly; the last farewell glances were exchanged, and then Magde and her children disappeared from the old man's sight.
CHAPTER XV.
Gottlieb on the Watch.
The heat of the day had been followed by the pleasant coolness of an August evening. The hands of the clock pointed to the hour of ten, and Gottlieb, who had been walking during the entire evening in the neighborhood of the little red cottage, began to think that his uncle Fabian had in all comfort reached his home by another road.
"It is so quiet in the cottage," thought he, "that I think they have all retired."
He glanced stealthily over the lilac hedge towards Magde's window. The entire valley was bathed in moonlight, and the moonbeams glanced directly through the window panes of Magde's apartment, with such vivid brightness that Gottlieb was undecided how to act.
Soon, however, he resolved to convince himself of the true state of affairs, that he might be prepared if his uncle should arrive.