"What do you want?"
"Go and see if our carriage is here."
He does as he is bid. He is just good enough to go errands! He inspects the rows of conveyances, and, when he does not find what he is seeking, he returns to the tent.
Now the curtain is drawn aside. There she stands--a little transparent shawl about her shoulders, looking pale and so beautiful.
"Just as I expected," says Martin, when he reports to him--"the carriage wasn't ordered till daybreak."
"But what now? Does Trude want to go?" he asks anxiously.
"Trude must!" says she, giving him a look out of her tear-stained eyes, which are already trying to smile again.
"Resign yourself to it, my child," answers Martin, stroking her hair. "If it were only the foot, it would not matter. But your crying just now--all this excitement--I think your illness is still hanging about you and rest will do you good. If only it did not take so long to fetch the carriage! I believe it would be best if you could walk the short distance across the fields--of course, only if you have no more pain. Can you manage it?"
Trude gives Johannes a look; then nods eagerly.
"The air is warm, the grass is dry," Martin continues, "and Johannes can accompany you."