“Dietrich is gone, and is not likely to come back,” he said to himself, “she detests Jost; and women always do the very thing you least expect them to; I’ve heard that a hundred times. She is after me! Good heavens!” he called out in his surprise as this idea seized him. “A fellow must spruce up! I will take the first step this very day.”
The idea which had seized Blasi’s mind that he was to take Dietrich’s place with Veronica, suggested a farther plan. He decided immediately to become a saddler too, and before he went into his own house, he turned back and sought Gertrude’s garden.
Gertrude’s workman was walking up and down, for recreation; for he never went to the tavern. Blasi went to him and opened his mind; he wanted to be a saddler, and to learn the trade from him.
The man was quite willing; he bethought himself that it would be rather an agreeable change to have a young fellow to talk to, instead of merely sitting all day by the side of the silent widow. He said he would speak to his employer, and Blasi could come on the morrow. He was sure she would agree, for she generally took his opinion about the business.
“You see, Blasi,” said he pompously, “if I were not there to look after things, they would all go to ruin. In fact there are only two ways to save this business; either Dietrich must come back and quickly too, and take hold of the business better than he ever did before, or else it must fall into my hands entirely, and I will take all the risks and all the profits.”
“There may be yet a third way; who knows?” said Blasi, significantly, and he winked so mysteriously first with one eye and then with the other, that the saddler said to himself, “I guess he’s been at the Rehbock.”
Mother Gertrude also gives good advice.