An hour later Gretchen appeared before Fräu Bauer. Gretchen had gone home immediately after the termination of the fight in the garden. It had been the will of her lord and master for her to remain at home throughout the day; but this she could not do. She was worried.
"He was not hurt, Fräu?" she asked timidly.
"Oh, no! The two of them gave themselves up readily. They are snug in the Stein-schloss by this time."
"The Stein-schloss!" Gretchen blanched. "Holy Mother, what has happened?"
"Why, your vintner and Herr Ludwig were arrested an hour ago, accused of being spies from Jugendheit."
"It is a lie!" cried Gretchen hollowly. She groped blindly for the door.
"Where are you going, Gretchen?" Fräu Bauer inquired anxiously.
"To her highness! She will save him!"
Her highness was dreaming. She had fallen into this habit of late. A flame in the fireplace, a cloud in the sky, a dash of rain on the window, all these drew her fancy. What the heart wishes the mind will dream. Sunshine was without, clear, brilliant; shadow was within, mellow, nebulous. But to-day her dream was short. A maid of honor announced that the young woman Gretchen sought her presence.
"Admit her. She will be a tonic," said Hildegarde.