The Burgomaster's Wife — Volume 01 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 72 pages of information about The Burgomaster's Wife — Volume 01.

The Burgomaster's Wife — Volume 01 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 72 pages of information about The Burgomaster's Wife — Volume 01.

In reply to Aunt Barbara’s questions:  “What happened at the council?  Has the money for the new bell been collected?  Will Jacob Van Sloten rent you the meadow?” he made curt, evasive replies.

The steadfast man, who sat so silently with frowning brow among his family, sometimes attacking the viands on his plate, then leaving them untouched, did not look like one who yields to idle whims.

All present, even the men and maid-servants, were still devoting themselves to the food, when the master of the house rose, and pressing both hands over the back of his head, which was very prominently developed, exclaimed groaning: 

“I can hold out no longer.  Do you give thanks, Maria.  Go to the town-hall, Janche, and ask if no messenger has yet arrived.”

The man-servant wiped his mouth and instantly obeyed.  He was a tall, broad-shouldered Frieselander, but only reached to his master’s forehead.

Peter Van der Werff, without any form of salutation, turned his back on his family, opened the door leading into his study, and after crossing the threshold, closed it with a bang, approached the big oak writing-desk, on which papers and letters lay piled in heaps, secured by rough leaden weights, and began to rummage among the newly-arrived documents.  For fifteen minutes he vainly strove to fix the necessary attention upon his task, then grasped his study-chair to rest his folded arms on the high, perforated back, adorned with simple carving, and gazed thoughtfully at the wooden wainscoting of the ceiling.  After a few minutes he pushed the chair aside with his foot, raised his hand to his mouth, separated his moustache from his thick brown beard, and went to the window.  The small, round, leaden-cased panes, however brightly they might be polished, permitted only a narrow portion of the street to be seen, but the burgomaster seemed to have found the object for which he had been looking.  Hastily opening the window, he called to his servant, who was hurriedly approaching the house: 

“Is he in, Janche?”

The Frieselander shook his head, the window again closed, and a few minutes after the burgomaster seized his hat, which hung, between some cavalry pistols and a plain, substantial sword, on the only wall of his room not perfectly bare.

The torturing anxiety that filled his mind, would no longer allow him to remain in the house.

He would have his horse saddled, and ride to meet the expected messenger.

Ere leaving the room, he paused a moment lost in thought, then approached the writing-table to sign some papers intended for the town-hall; for his return might be delayed till night.

Still standing, he looked over the two sheets he had spread out before him, and seized the pen.  Just at that moment the door of the room gently opened, and the fresh sand strewn over the white boards creaked under a light foot.  He doubtless heard it, but did not allow himself to be interrupted.

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