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"Here rests this one, here that one." He knew almost every grave and who reposed beneath it.
And at last his groping hand hurt itself against a piece of gla.s.s that stuck out from underneath.... He stopped and felt carefully all round.... The fragment must be the one which Greta had carried out in early spring to plant asters in; a piece of a green bottle with sharp-pointed edges--yes, here it was. The faded stalks were still in it. And near it the wreath, the heather wreath, which appeared to be frozen stiff, like a stone ring; he had put it there himself the last time he had been here.
When he saw the little heap of snow, which hid all that was dearest to him, lying so white and still, he fell on his knees, and buried his face in the cool, soft flakes.
"It is all my fault, mother," he lamented; "I have not watched over them, I have let them run wild. Do not judge them, mother, they knew not what they did!... But I implore you, mother, show me how to act! Send me only one word from beyond the grave.... See, I kneel here and do not know what to do."
And then he suddenly felt as if he had no right to lie in that place; he felt as if the shame which his sisters had brought upon themselves was resting on him, too. He called himself a coward, selfish and lazy, because he had remained inactive for such a long time without daring the worst.
"I will do it, mother, this very night," he cried, springing up. "There shall be no question of myself. I will relinquish the last remnant of pride, if only my sisters can be saved." He vowed it with uplifted arms, and hurried out onto the heath.
For wellnigh three hours he struggled along the snowed-up roads. It might have been eight o'clock when he stopped, tired and breathless, before the gates of Lotkeim.
"To-day they shall not escape me," he said, and as he found the gate locked again, he lay down and crept through underneath the fence, as he had seen dogs do.
The windows of the manor-house were brightly lighted up, but as the curtains had been let down, nothing could be seen of the room inside; only s.n.a.t.c.hes of song and laughter floated out into the open air. The house door stood open. He stopped for a moment in the dark hall to stifle the beating of his heart; then he knocked.
Ulrich's voice called out, "Come in!"
There lay the two brothers, stretched out on a long sofa, the feet of the one near the head of the other, a picture of perfect peace of mind and serenity of soul. Each of them balanced a big gla.s.s of grog on the palm of his hand, and before them on the table stood a steaming punch-bowl.
They were so startled at the sight of him that they forgot to get up.
They were petrified, and remained lying as they were and staring at him.
"I say!" cried Ulrich, who was the first to recover his speech, and Fritz let his gla.s.s fall jingling to the ground.
Then the one stooped down and gathered up the fragments of gla.s.s with great zeal.
"You can well imagine why I come," said Paul, slowly stepping to the table in his snow-sprinkled garments.
"No!" said Ulrich, who slowly raised himself.
"No idea," chimed in Fritz, who wisely retired behind his brother's back.
"You received my letter, though?" asked Paul.
"We know of no letter," answered the elder one, staring impudently in his face.
"It probably has been lost in the post," the younger added, hastily.
"Only recollect. It was the 16th of November," said Paul.
Then they remembered vaguely that a letter had been delivered to them.
"But we could not make it out and threw it into the fire," said Ulrich.
"Don't use these evasions," Paul answered; "you know quite well what is expected of you."
They shrugged their shoulders, and looked at each other as if he were speaking Spanish to them.
"I have not come to play comedy with you," Paul continued; "you have taken away my sisters' honor and you must restore it to them."
Ulrich scratched his head and said:
"My dear Myerhofer, that is a bad business and can't be so quickly settled. Just sit down and drink a gla.s.s of punch with us; then we shall much sooner come to an understanding."
"Yes, much sooner and more comfortably," added Fritz, getting up to fetch two fresh gla.s.ses.
"Thank you," said Paul, "I am not thirsty."
The vague feeling was tormenting him that the brothers were laughing at him even now, as they had done all his life. Iron fetters seemed to bind his limbs; he now felt himself quite powerless and disabled.
"Well, if you come to us like that," Ulrich retorted, apparently hurt, "then we will not speak to you at all. I have no mind to have my Christmas Eve spoiled."
"And to let the punch get cold," Fritz added.
Paul gazed fixedly from one to the other.
How was it possible that those who had so covered themselves with shame could stand before him so proud and impudent, while he, who only came to ask for his rights, trembled and shook like a criminal!
"And if you go home without any consolation!" cried an anxious voice within him. "Do not make them angry; remember what you have vowed to your mother! There must be no question of yourself."
"Well, will you drink or won't you?" Ulrich called out, angrily.
"There must be no question of yourself," cried the voice again. Then he bowed his head, and said, in a husky voice,
"Well, then, please."
The two brothers glanced at each other and smiled, and Fritz, raising his gla.s.s, said,
"Merry Christmas!"
"A merry Christmas," he stammered, and swallowed the hot beverage, almost choking, for he was overcome with disgust.
Now he sat in good-fellowship at the same table with the two brothers, he who ought to have been there as an avenger.
"Well, now to end this affair, dear Meyerhofer," Ulrich began. "What is done cannot be undone. We will not stop to inquire whether we ran most after your sisters, or your sisters after us; anyhow, it is just as much their fault as ours. We love them with all our hearts; they are the prettiest girls in the neighborhood, and we are truly sorry when we think that we have injured their reputation; but that we should marry them now you can't possibly expect of us."
Paul cast a hesitating glance at him, and began, dejectedly, "That is the least that--" he did not get any further; he felt as if the blood was freezing in his veins.
"Don't be ridiculous," said Fritz; and Ulrich continued:
"Look here, we would be willing to do it because we think a lot of them, although they have lowered themselves so much"--a spasm of fury darted through Paul's brain, but he controlled himself; "we would fulfil your wish directly, but first tell us what dowry will you give them?"
"I have nothing," stammered Paul.
"There it is," answered Fritz.
"And we want money, a great deal of money," Ulrich continued. "I am the eldest, and if I take the estate for myself alone I must pay Fritz so much to enable him to purchase for himself."