The Burgomaster's Wife — Volume 02 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 63 pages of information about The Burgomaster's Wife Volume 02.

The burgomaster’s wife made no reply, and returned to the entry.  Her heart was so heavy, so unutterably heavy.  She felt like a stranger in her husband’s house.  Some impulse urged her to go out of doors, and as she wrapped her mantle around her and went downstairs, the smell of leather rising from the bales piled in layers on the lower story, which she had scarcely noticed before, seemed unendurable.  She longed for her mother, her friends in Delft, and her quiet, cheerful home.  For the first time she ventured to call herself unhappy and, while walking through the streets with downcast eyes against the wind, struggled vainly to resist some mysterious, gloomy power, that compelled her to minutely recall everything that had resulted differently from her expectations.

CHAPTER VIII.

After the musician had left the burgomaster’s house, he went to young Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma’s aunt to get his cloak, which had not been returned to him.  He did not usually give much heed to his dress, yet he was glad that the rain kept people in the house, for the outgrown wrap on his shoulders was by no means pleasing in appearance.  Wilhelm must certainly have looked anything but well-clad, for as he stood in old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten’s spacious, stately hall, the steward Belotti received him as patronizingly as if he were a beggar.

But the Neopolitan, in whose mouth the vigorous Dutch sounded like the rattling in the throat of a chilled singer, speedily took a different tone when Wilhelm, in excellent Italian, quietly explained the object of his visit.  Nay, at the sweet accents of his native tongue, the servant’s repellent demeanor melted into friendly, eager welcome.  He was beginning to speak of his home to Wilhelm, but the musician made him curt replies and asked him to get his cloak.

Belotti now led him courteously into a small room at the side of the great hall, took off his cloak, and then went upstairs.  As minute after minute passed, until at last a whole quarter of an hour elapsed, and neither servant nor cloak appeared, the young man lost his patience, though it was not easily disturbed, and when the door at last opened serious peril threatened the leaden panes on which he was drumming loudly with his fingers.  Wilhelm doubtless heard it, yet he drummed with redoubled vehemence, to show the Italian that the time was growing long to him.  But he hastily withdrew his fingers from the glass, for a girl’s musical voice said behind him in excellent Dutch: 

“Have you finished your war-song, sir?  Belotti is bringing your cloak.”

Wilhelm had turned and was gazing in silent bewilderment into the face of the young noblewoman, who stood directly in front of him.  These features were not unfamiliar, and yet—­years do not make even a goddess younger, and mortals increase in height and don’t grow smaller; but the, lady whom he thought he saw before him, whom he had known well in the eternal city and never forgotten, had been older and taller than the young girl, who so strikingly resembled her and seemed to take little pleasure in the young man’s surprised yet inquiring glance.  With a haughty gesture she beckoned to the steward, saying in Italian: 

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