The Ettersberg festivities had taken place at midsummer, and now a
September sun shone over the land. The young master had taken the
reins, but it could not be said that any material change for the
better was noticeable in the management of his estates. On the
contrary, all remained _in statu quo_. Ruestow's urgent persuasion so
far prevailed that the land-steward received notice to leave; but it
was arranged that he should continue in office until after the new
year, and though some restraint had become so necessary, none was
laid either on him or any of the other officials. Count Edmund
judged it superfluous--he knew it was most inconvenient--to trouble
himself about such matters. He always lent a willing ear to his
father-in-law's plans and projects, agreed with him on all points,
and regularly gave him an assurance that he would see about it all
'to-morrow'; but that morrow never came. Oswald's prediction was
verified. The Councillor soon found out that he must intervene
himself, if any good were to be effected.
Edmund, for his part, would have been quite satisfied to let Ruestow
act for him, but the latter encountered unexpected resistance from the
Countess, who thought it highly unnecessary that anyone should now
attempt to tutor her son, and was not disposed to yield up to the
future father-in-law an authority she had hitherto exercised herself.
Besides this, the changes the Councillor proposed making were by no
means to the lady's taste. Rules and arrangements which might be
suitable for plain Brunneck would not fittingly serve aristocratic
Ettersberg. The number of persons employed on the estates might be
greater than was required, the system prevailing might be a costly and
a comparatively unproductive one, but so it had been for long years.
It was all part of the large and liberal style in which they were
accustomed to live. Any limitation of the staff, that fretting and
minute attention to all the details of management which Ruestow
advocated, appeared to the Countess as a species of degradation; and
hers being still the casting-vote at the castle, the opposition
carried the day. Already there had been some lively skirmishes of
debate between the reigning mistress and the Councillor, and though
Edmund promptly interfered on these occasions and made peace, a
certain amount of acrimonious feeling lingered on both sides.
Ruestow's admiration for the grand and haughty dame had considerably
diminished since he had discovered how grandly she could assert and
defend her own privileges; and the Countess, for her part, now
declared that the Councillor was really too peculiar, and that it was
impossible to accept all his whims without remark. In short, the
harmony of their relations was disturbed, and there were clouds on the
hitherto clear sky, clouds which seemed to menace the family peace.
Oswald had consistently held himself aloof from all these discussions.
He seemed to look on himself as a stranger in the house he was so soon
to leave. Moreover, his legal studies absorbed all his time, and
afforded him a pretext for withdrawing from society, and declining
most of the invitations with which the young engaged couple and their
families were overwhelmed.
The end of September had now arrived, and with it the date appointed
for his departure. All his preparations were made, the necessary
farewell visits had been duly rendered, and his journey was fixed for
the day after the morrow. One thing alone had been left undone. He
must still pay his respects at the Brunneck manor-house, and take
leave of the family there. In view of the connection now existing
between the houses, this duty could not be avoided, though Oswald had
postponed its fulfilment to the last moment. He had intended to drive
over in Edmund's company, but the Count, it appeared, had agreed to
join a shooting-party on that very day, so his cousin had no
alternative but to proceed on his expedition alone. Despite the
Councillor's friendly and oft-repeated invitations, Oswald had not set
foot in the house since the day of the betrothal, at which ceremony he
had been compelled to assist. Nevertheless, he had met his cousin's
affianced wife on several occasions, for Hedwig now frequently came
over to Ettersberg with her father. Part of the castle was already
being put in readiness for the accommodation of the young married
couple.
The Master of Brunneck was sitting in the veranda-parlour, reading his
newspapers, while his cousin, stationed before a side-table, took up
and carefully examined first one and then another of several elegant
articles of toilette which lay spread out before her. They were
patterns of new fashions, which had just arrived from town, and were
destined to form part of Hedwig's trousseau, now in active course of
preparation.
The Councillor did not appear to be much interested in his reading. He
turned over the pages absently, and at length looked up from his
paper, and said in an impatient tone:
'Have not you made your choice, or done looking over those things yet,
Lina? Why don't you get Hedwig to help you?'
Aunt Lina shrugged her shoulders.
'Hedwig has declared, as usual, that she intends to leave it all to
me. I must make a selection by the light of my own unaided judgment.'
'I don't understand how it is the girl shows so little interest in
these matters. They all relate to her own trousseau, and formerly
dress was to her an affair of state.'
'Formerly--yes,' said Aunt Lina emphatically.
A pause ensued. The Councillor seemed to have something on his mind.
Presently he laid aside his newspaper, and stood up.
'Lina, I have something to say to you--Hedwig does not quite please
me.'
'Nor me either,' murmured the old lady; but she avoided looking at her
cousin, and kept her eyes fixed on a lace-pattern she had taken up.
'Not?' cried Ruestow, who always grew quarrelsome when he was at all
worried. 'Now I should have thought her present manner would have been
exactly what you would like. According to you, Hedwig was always too
superficial and light-minded; now she is growing so wonderfully
profound in her feelings that she is forgetting how to laugh. Why, she
is never contradictious, never up to tricks of any sort! Upon my word,
it is enough to drive one mad!'
'What, that she has given up contradiction, and all her foolish
tricks?'
Ruestow took no notice of this ironical interruption. He went up to his
cousin, and posted himself before her in a menacing attitude.
'What has happened to the girl? What has become of my merry, saucy
Hedwig, my madcap who was never weary of frolic and fun? I must and
will know.'
'You need not look at me so fiercely, Erich,' said Aunt Lina calmly.
'I have not injured your child in any way.'
'But you know what has brought about the change,' cried the anxious
father, in a dictatorial tone. 'You can, at least, explain to me what
it all means.'
'I cannot do that, for your daughter has not made me her confidante.
Don't take the matter so much to heart. Hedwig has certainly grown
grave and pensive of late, but you must remember she is about to take
a most important step, to leave her father's house and enter upon new
relationships and new surroundings. She may have much to fight through
and to overcome, but when once she is married, a sense of duty will
sustain her.'
'A sense of duty?' repeated the Councillor, petrified with amazement.
'Why, has not this love-affair of hers been a perfect romance? Have
not they got their own way in spite of the Countess and of me? Is not
Edmund the most tender, the most attentive lover the world ever saw?
And you talk about a sense of duty! It is a very excellent thing in
its way, no doubt, but when a young woman of eighteen has nothing
warmer than that to offer her husband, you may reckon with certainty
on a miserable marriage. Take my word for it.'
'You misunderstand me,' said his cousin soothingly. 'I only meant that
Hedwig would be brought face to face with life's graver side and with
its duties when she goes to live at Ettersberg. The situation does not
appear to me so simple, the future so smooth and thornless, as we at
first supposed.'
Ruestow did not observe that a trap was laid for him, a palpable effort
made to lead him from the topic under discussion. He followed up the
seemingly careless remark at once, and with some warmth.
'No, truly not. If things go on in this way, the Countess and I will
come to words again. Whatever I do, or propose doing, I am met and
stopped by those confounded uppish notions of hers, to which
everything else must be kept subordinate. There is no making the woman
understand that the ruin impending over the property can only be
averted by strong and timely measures. No, all must go on in the old
routine! The most necessary reforms are rejected if they, as she
thinks, in any way diminish the glory of the house, or impair the halo
surrounding it. The actual owner and master does just nothing at all.
He thinks he has made the greatest effort that can be demanded of him,
if he holds half-an-hour's interview with his steward. Beyond this he
ventures not, but simply kneels and adores his wonderful mamma, whom
he looks on as the embodiment of all wisdom and perfection. Hedwig
will have to make very sure of her husband, if she does not mean to be
altogether thrust into the background by her mother-in-law.'
The Councillor would probably have continued in this strain,
disburdening his heart of its pent-up fears and anxieties, but he was
interrupted by the sound of approaching wheels.
Aunt Lina, who was standing by the window, looked out.
'It is Herr von Ettersberg,' said she, returning that gentleman's
salutation.
'Oswald?' inquired Ruestow in surprise. 'Ah, he has come to say
good-bye, no doubt. I know he was to leave one of these days. Let
Hedwig be sent for. She is somewhere out in the park.'
The old lady hesitated. 'I don't know--I rather think Hedwig intended
going for a walk. It will not be so easy to find her; besides, you and
I are both here to receive him.'
'I must say it would be more than impolite if Hedwig failed to appear
when a near relation of her future husband comes to take leave of us,'
said Ruestow angrily. 'The man shall go out, at least, and see if she
is in the park. If he finds her, he can let her know who is here.'
He stretched out his hand to the bell, but Aunt Lina was too quick for
him.
'I will send out after her. You stay and receive Herr von Ettersberg.'
So saying, she left the room, returning after the lapse of a few
minutes. She knew very well that Hedwig was in the park, yet no order
to seek her out was given, no summons was sent her.
Meanwhile Oswald had entered the house. He came, as had been rightly
guessed, to take leave, but much pressing business awaited him at
home. Some preparations for his journey were yet unmade, which must be
completed that day; he could therefore only pay a flying visit. A
little commonplace chat ensued. The Councillor regretted much that his
daughter had gone out for a walk. He had sent into the park after the
truant, but presumably the man had failed to find her. Oswald, in
return, expressed polite regret, begged that her father would present
his kind regard to the young lady and say good-bye for him. In a brief
quarter of an hour the visit was concluded. Ruestow looked on with a
heavy heart at his favourite's departure, but Aunt Lina, on the other
hand, drew a deep breath of relief when the carriage rolled out of the
courtyard.
Oswald leaned back in the corner of the barouche. He was glad that
this leave-taking was over, immensely glad--or so, at least, he told
himself. He had long feared this hour--feared and yet longed for it.
No matter, it was best so. The farewell, which accident had denied
him, would have been but one pang more, and a useless one. Now the
struggle of many days and weeks was at an end; a struggle which none
had witnessed, but which had shaken the young man's being to its very
centre, and had threatened completely to unhinge him. It was high time
he should go. Distance would enfeeble, and perhaps ultimately break,
the spell; and even were it not broken, a partition-wall of defence
would be erected. Now he must throw all his energy into the new life
before him, must zealously work, wrestle, and, if possible, forget.
While Oswald thus reasoned with himself, his heart beat wildly,
despairingly, in his breast, reminding him that he had looked forward
to this one last pang as to a last gleam of happiness. Was he not
going--going never to return?
The carriage passed the corner of the park. Oswald turned and looked
back once more. There at some little distance above him, on a small
wooded eminence, he caught sight of a slender girlish figure--and in a
trice all the wise comfort he had been administering to himself, all
his fine resolutions for the future, melted away, fell to pieces. Once
more--just once! Reflection, prudence vanished at the thought. In a
second Oswald had called to the coachman to stop, and had sprung out
of the carriage.
The man drove on to the village, with instructions to wait there.
Oswald entered the park by a side-gate, and proceeded towards the
raised terrace; but as he approached the goal before him, his pace
slackened, and when at length he mounted the steps, and Hedwig came
forward to meet him, he had fully recovered his usual calmness of
demeanour. He was, as it seemed, simply obeying the dictates of
courtesy which called on him to stop and say a word of leave-taking to
his cousin's future wife.
'I have just paid my farewell visit to your father,' he began; 'and I
could not omit saying good-bye to you in person, Fraeulein.'
'You are leaving shortly?' inquired Hedwig.
'The day after to-morrow.'
'Edmund told me that your departure was imminent. He will miss you
sadly.'
'And I him; but in this life we cannot stay to consult our feelings.
When Fate decrees a separation, we must perforce submit and obey.'
The remark was intended to be playful, but the young man's voice
thrilled with a certain sadness. His gaze rested on Hedwig as she
stood before him, leaning slightly against the wooden railing. The
Councillor's anxiety must have been exaggerated. His daughter appeared
rosy and blooming, full of grace and charm as ever.
No tittle of change could be detected in her outward appearance, and
yet she seemed quite other than the merry capricious fairy who had
emerged so unexpectedly before two travellers from the clouds of
drifting, driving snow. The flower which has blossomed in the full
sunshine, but on which suddenly a shadow falls, remains in form and
hue the same; it sends forth the same fragrance, only the sunlight has
gone from it. Such a shadow now lay on the face of Count Ettersberg's
happy, much-envied chosen bride, and the dark blue eyes had a dewy
shimmer, as though they had learned a trick which so long had been
unknown to them--the trick of tears.'
'The separation will be painful to you, then?' Hedwig said, continuing
the conversation.'
'Certainly. In the great city, a longing will often come over me, a
longing for Edmund and ... for the dear old mountains.'
'And none for Ettersberg?'
'None.'
The answer was so brief and decided that the girl looked up in
surprise. Oswald noticed this, and added, by way of amendment:
'Forgive me. I forgot that Ettersberg will shortly be your home. I was
thinking only of the circumstances which have made my sojourn there a
painful one, and which no doubt have long been known to you.'
'But surely the circumstances you speak of have been modified. The
family now place no obstacle in the way of your future career.'
'No; I have forcibly secured for myself freedom of action; but it cost
a conflict, and to contend with my aunt is no light task, as you will
one day find out for yourself.'
'I?' asked Hedwig, in surprise. 'I trust no contention may ever arise
between me and my mother-in-law!'
She drew herself up as she spoke, and measured her companion with a
half-proud, half-angry glance. He replied firmly and quietly:
'It may perhaps seem indelicate in me to touch on this subject, and it
may be that you will altogether reject my interference as unwarranted,
but I cannot go without uttering at least one word of warning. My aunt
often speaks of leaving Ettersberg after her son's marriage--of
retiring to her house of Schoenfeld. Edmund opposes this plan
vehemently, and hitherto you have lent him your support. Do so no
longer; on the contrary, persuade him, if possible, to let his mother
go. You owe it to him and to yourself, for both his happiness and
yours are at stake. There will be no room at Ettersberg for a young
mistress, so long as the Countess retains her position there--and in
your case, grafted on an old enmity is a new and strong prejudice
which you will find it hard to encounter.'
'I really do not understand you, Herr von Ettersberg,' said Hedwig,
not a little agitated. 'Prejudice? Enmity? You cannot possibly be
alluding to that foolish lawsuit about Dornau?'
'Not to the suit itself, but to the hostile feeling which gave rise to
it. You probably do not know who strengthened and confirmed your
grandfather in his harsh obduracy, and induced him finally altogether
to ignore his daughter's marriage with a commoner. But your father
knows, and he is mistaken if he thinks that the Countess has outlived
her prejudices. She gave her consent to this union in a moment of
surprise, moved by a sudden burst of gratitude towards the man who had
saved her life, moved, above all, by her great love for her son. What
would she not do or surrender for his sake? But sooner or later she
will repent the concession, if she does not repent already, and it is
not Edmund, but you, who will be made to suffer for it.'
Hedwig listened with increasing agitation. The difficulties now so
boldly and mercilessly set before her had become dimly apparent to
herself, especially in these later days--but dimly only; she had as
yet formed no clear idea of the situation.
'So far, I have had no reason to complain of Edmund's mother,' she
said hesitatingly. 'She has always been most courteous and kind to
me.'
'And heartily affectionate?'
The young girl was silent.
'Do not think I am influenced in my judgment by my own personal
relations towards my aunt,' pursued Oswald. 'I assuredly would not
take upon me to sow distrust, did I not know how misleading too
guileless a confidence may here prove. You are entering on a difficult
position. The ground at Ettersberg is perilous ground for you, and it
is right you should be warned before you set foot on it. Your mother
fought a hard fight for her wedded happiness, but at least she had in
her husband a firm stay and valiant defender. In your case the
struggle will begin only after the marriage, but I fear it will not be
spared you; for you are entering the bigoted and narrow-minded circle
from which she escaped, and it remains to be seen whether Edmund will
afford you the support of which you will stand in need. At all events,
it is best to rely on one's self. Again I entreat of you on no
consideration to consent to the plan of a joint household. You and
your mother-in-law cannot live under one roof--Edmund must give up the
idea.'
Hedwig shook her head slightly. 'That will be difficult, if not
impossible. He loves his mother so well----'
'More than his affianced wife!' concluded Oswald emphatically.
'Herr von Ettersberg!'
'My words hurt you, Fraeulein? No doubt the fact is a painful one, but
you must learn to look the truth in the face. Hitherto you have
heedlessly toyed with Edmund's love, and have met with sportive homage
and mere trifling in return. All the deeper feelings of his nature you
have left to his mother, who has well known how to pursue her
advantage. Edmund is capable of something better than superficial,
playful tenderness. Beneath that gay exterior lie warm affections--I
might almost say strong passions--but they must be awakened, and so
far his mother alone has fathomed these depths. Make sure now of that
which is yours by right. The power of a first and early love is in
your hands as yet. When that fair glamour has spent itself, it may be
too late.'
He had spoken with great earnestness, but with his wonted utter
disregard of any susceptibilities he might wound. Every word fell on
his listener's ear with strong, unsparing emphasis, and flattering the
words certainly were not. But a few months previously Hedwig would
either have resented such a warning as an offence, or have laughed it
away in happy, lighthearted confidence--now she listened in silence,
with bowed head. He was right, she felt it; but why must these
counsels come to her from his lips, why must she hear these cruel
words from _him?_
'You are silent,' said Oswald, when he had waited in vain for an
answer. 'You reject my advice, you think my interference uncalled for
and impertinent.'
'No,' replied Hedwig, drawing a deep breath. 'On the contrary, I thank
you, for I feel all the importance of such a warning coming from you.'
'And what it costs me to speak it?'
The words rushed to Oswald's lips, but he did not pronounce them.
Perhaps his thought was divined, nevertheless.
The little terrace on which the two were standing rose out of a group
of thickly clustering bushes, and offered a fine panoramic view of the
surrounding country. Over broad meadows and green wooded hills the eye
could wander away to the lofty mountain-summits which were in reality
far distant, but which in that clear atmosphere seemed to have
advanced their posts and to have drawn quite near. The particular spur
of forest which formed the boundary between the Ettersberg and
Brunneck domains could plainly be distinguished, and the gaze of both
Oswald and Hedwig sought this spot. It was the first time they had met
alone since their memorable interview on yonder hill-side. A whole
summer-time lay between then and now, and much, how much besides!
Raw and inclement had been that spring-day, void of warmth and
sunshine. Leaves and blossoms still shrank, hiding in their sealed
retreat. The landscape was shrouded in fog and raincloud, and those
happy heralds, the swallows, had pierced their way through masses of
dense mist, ere they emerged suddenly in the gray distance. Yet those
winged messengers had borne spring on their swift pinions--none knew
this better than the two who now stood speechless side by side. They
had seen how the great transformation scene may be effected in a
night, how grandly, victoriously Nature works when she rallies to the
task before her.
Now it was autumn--a beautiful clear day, indeed, with soft mild air
and bright sunshine, but still autumn. The foliage, still thick on
bough and branch, had that faint gleam of russet which foretells a
speedy fall. The gay wealth of flowers had vanished from the meadows,
all but the pale saffron, which yet glimmered here and there, and the
swallows, streaking the sky in long flights, were gathering for their
journey southwards. Farewell was written everywhere on Nature's
countenance, as on the two sorrowing human hearts--farewell to summer,
home, and happiness.
Hedwig first broke the oppressive silence which had followed her last
words.
'The swallows are leaving us too,' she said, pointing upwards. 'They
are on the wing.'
'I go with them'--Oswald completed her meaning--'but there is this
difference ... I shall not return.'
'Not return? You will come back to Ettersberg sometimes, will you
not?'
She put the question with a certain eager anxiety. Oswald looked down.
'I hardly think that will be possible. I shall not have much leisure,
and besides--when a man cuts himself adrift from old ties, and changes
his way of life entirely, as I am about to do, it is best for him to
remain away, and to devote all his energies to the sphere he has just
entered. Edmund cannot be made to understand this. He hardly
appreciates, as yet, the claims of duty.'
'And yet he is more anxious about you and your future than you
believe,' interposed Hedwig.
Oswald smiled half disdainfully.
'He may spare himself any anxiety. I am not one to undertake a task
beyond my strength, and then to abandon it feebly halfway. What I have
begun I shall carry through, and, come what may, I shall, at least,
have shaken off from me the bonds of dependence.'
'Did these bonds weigh so heavily on you?'
'Yes; with a crushing weight.'
'Herr von Ettersberg, you are unjust to your family.'
'And ungrateful,' added Oswald, with a sudden outburst of bitterness.
'You have heard that frequently from my aunt, no doubt--and she may
possibly be right from her point of view. Perhaps I ought to have
submitted myself more docilely to the yoke laid upon me, and patiently
played out the _role_ assigned to me by Fate. But then, you see, I
_could_ not. You do not know what it is constantly to bend to the will
of another, when your own judgment has long been formed, to be
thwarted in every effort, checked in every aspiration, not even to
have the right of reply and remonstrance. I know that my future is
uncertain, that it may be thorny, that I shall need all the energy and
strength of will I possess, in order to succeed; but it will be _my_
future, my own life, which I may shape and order as I please,
unfettered by the galling chain of benefits conferred. And if I fail
in the career I have marked out for myself, I shall, at least, have
gained the right to fashion my own destiny.'
He drew himself up as he spoke these last words, and his chest heaved
with a great sigh of satisfaction and relief. It seemed as though in
this moment the great load he had borne so silently, but with so much
grievous suffering, fell from the young man's shoulders. He stood bold
and defiant, ready to accept the world's challenge, and to fight the
battle before him to the bitter end. It was easy to see that he was
one fitted to wrestle with Fortune, however hostile and uncompromising
her attitude towards him might be.
Hedwig now for the first time understood how the iron had entered his
soul, understood what this proud, unbending nature had endured from a
position which many were disposed to envy, because it implied a share
in the Ettersberg greatness and splendour.
'And now I must say good-bye to you,' Oswald began again, but the ring
had died out of his voice now; it was very low and subdued. 'I came to
take leave of you.'
'Edmund will expect you in December, if only for a few days,' said
Hedwig, half hesitatingly. 'He counts on your being present at--at our
wedding.'
'I know it, and know that he will think me coldhearted and unkind if I
stay away. He must interpret it as he will. I can but submit.'
'So you will not come?'
'No.'
Oswald added no single word of pretext, for none would have found
belief; but his eyes, resting full on Hedwig's face, gave the
explanation of his curt, harsh-sounding answer. His meaning was
understood. He read this in the look which met his; but fierce and
poignant as might be the pain of parting in these two young hearts, no
word was spoken, no outward manifestation of it was made.
'Goodbye, then, Herr von Ettersberg,' said Hedwig, offering him her
hand.
He stooped, and pressed his hot, quivering lips on the trembling hand
extended to him. That pressure was the only betrayal of how matters
stood with Oswald. Next minute he released the little palm, and
stepped back.
'Do not forget me quite, Fraeulein,' he said. 'Good-bye.'
Hedwig was alone again. Involuntarily she grasped the bushes to draw
them aside, and so once more gain sight of his departing figure, but
it was too late. As the boughs closed again, the first faded leaves
fell in a shower on the young girl's head. She shrank beneath them, as
at some grave warning or reminder. Yes, there could be no mistake;
autumn had come, though the whole landscape before her lay bathed in
golden sunshine.
That rough, stormy spring day had been so rich in promise, with all
its unseen magic movement, with its thousand mysterious voices
whispering around. Now all these sounds had ceased. Nature's fair life
had bloomed, and was slowly waning towards dissolution. The world was
hushed and seemingly deserted.
Hedwig, pale and mute, stood leaning against the terrace railing. She
did not move, did not weep, but with a sad ineffable longing in her
eyes gazed over at the distant chain of mountains, and then up at the
clouds, where the migratory birds swarmed, streaming hither and
thither in long flights. Today the swallows swept not to the earth
with loving greetings and pleasant messages of happy days to come.
They passed high overhead, far, far beyond reach, flitting away into
the blue distance, and their faint piping was borne down but as a
vague murmur half lost in the immeasurable space. It was a last low
echo of the word which here below had been spoken in the keen anguish
of parting, an echo of the melancholy word Farewell.