Frau Elsbeth began at once to cry, while the visitor, as if she had been an old friend, put her arm round her neck, kissed her on the brow, and said, with a soft, comforting voice:
“Do not be angry with me. Fate has ordained that I should drive you from this house; but it is no fault of mine. My husband wanted to give me a pleasant surprise, for the name of this estate is identical with my Christian-name. My joy vanished directly when I heard under what circumstances he had acquired it, and how you, especially, dear Mrs. Meyerhofer, must have suffered in this doubly trying time. Then I felt compelled to unburden my heart by asking your pardon personally for the sorrow which I have caused you, and shall still have to cause you, for your time of suffering is not over yet.”
Frau Elsbeth had bent her head on the stranger’s shoulder, as if that was the most natural thing in the world, and went on softly crying to herself.
“And perhaps I can also be of use to you,” she continued; “at least, so far as I can take part of the bitterness from your soul. We women understand each other better than those hard, passionate men. The common sufferings that weigh on all of us bring us nearer to each other. And, above all, one thing: I have spoken to my husband, and beg you, in my name and his, to look on this house as your property for as long as ever it pleases you. We generally pass the winter in town, and we have another estate besides which we intend to let an inspector manage. You see, therefore, that you do not in any way disturb us, but, on the contrary, do us a favor if you will stay on here as before for another half year or longer.”
Frau Elsbeth did not thank her, but the tearful glance she gave the stranger was thanks enough.
“Now be cheerful again, dearest Mrs. Meyerhofer,” she continued, “and if in future you need advice or help, always remember that there is some one who has to make amends to you for much—And what a splendid baby!”—she turned towards the cradle—“a boy or a little girl?”
“A boy,” said Frau Elsbeth, with a feeble smile.
“Has he found any brothers or sisters already? But why do I ask? The two little stalwart fellows outside, who received my carriage—may I hope to know them better? No, not here,” she interposed, quickly; “it might excite you still more. Later on, later on. This little citizen of the world interests us most for the moment.”
She bent over the cradle and arranged the baby-clothes.
“He has quite a knowing little face,” she said, jestingly.