“And your heart waited for the burgomaster, ere it beat faster?”
“No, it had not always remained quiet before; I grew up among social people, old and young, and of course liked some better than others.”
“And surely one best of all.”
“I won’t deny it. At my sister’s wedding, my brother-in-law’s friend, a young nobleman, came from Germany and remained several weeks with us. I liked him, and remember him kindly even now.”
“Have you never heard from him again?”
“No; who knows what has become of him. My brother-in-law expected great things from him, and he possessed many rare gifts, but was reckless, fool-hardy, and a source of constant anxiety to his mother.”
“You must tell me more about him.”
“What is the use, Henrica?”
“I don’t want to talk any more, but I should like to be still, inhale the fragrance of the lindens, and listen, only listen.”
“No, you must go to bed now. I’ll help you undress and, when you have been alone an hour, come back again.”