"Shall I go with you?" asked Jenny. The carriage was just coming across the square.
"No, thank you. I require no third person between my husband and myself."
Her words sounded cold and hard.
"You look so miserable," groaned her mother.
"Then the sooner I get home the better."
"At least send back a messenger at once."
"Perhaps you think he beats me too?" she inquired, ironically, turning to go.
"Child! child!" cried Mrs. Baumhagen, stretching out her arms towards her, "be reasonable, don't be so blind where facts speak so loudly."
But she did not turn back. Calmly she took down her mantle from the hat-stand. Sophie gazed anxiously into the pale, still face of the young wife, who quite forgot to say a pleasant word to the old servant. At the carriage-door stood Uncle Henry.
"Let me go with you, Gertrude," he entreated.