Adrian gave his message; Trautchen brought up the supper, but the conversation would not extend beyond “yes” and “no.”
After Maria had hastily asked the blessing, she rose, and turning to Barbara, said:
“My head aches, I should like to go to bed.”
“Then go to rest,” replied the widow. “I’ll sleep in the next room and leave the door open. In darkness and silence—whims come.”
Maria kissed her sister-in-law with sincere affection, and lay down in bed; but she found no sleep, and tossed restlessly to and fro until near midnight.
Hearing Barbara cough in the next room, she sat up and asked:
“Sister-in-law, are you asleep?”
“No, child. Do you feel ill?”
“Not exactly; but I’m so anxious—horrible thoughts torment me.”
Barbara instantly lighted a candle at the night-lamp, entered the chamber with it, and sat down on the edge of the bed.