"And did he know that my mother was so near to him, that she was in
Aalst."
"All, all!"
"He will forgive the dead. Surely, surely he will, if I beseech him, when we are united, if I tell him. . . ."
"Poor fellow! You think all this is so easy.—It is long since I have had so hard a task, yet I must speak plainly. He will have nothing to do with you, either."
"Nothing to do with me?" cried Ulrich.
"Is he out of his senses? What sin have I committed, what does he. . . ."
"He knows that you are Navarrete, the Eletto of Herenthals, the conqueror of Aalst, and therefore. . . ."
"Therefore?"
"Why of course. You see, Ulrich, when a man becomes famous like you, he is known for a long distance, everything he does makes a great hue and cry, and echo repeats it in every alley."
"To my honor before God and man."