George Winterfeld sat at his writing-table in his own room. He looked
worn, and almost ill. The transient freshness of tint called up by his
holiday excursion had long since vanished, and the natural pallor,
which had even then been noticeable on the young man's finely cut and
intellectual features, had visibly increased. He was, indeed, apt to
exact too much of his working powers. The duties of his position made
considerable demands on his time, yet in every leisure-hour at his
disposal he devoted himself with feverish zeal to such studies as were
likely to advance him in his career.
George often worked at the expense of his health; he was urged on by a
nobler spur than ambition. Every step he took forward lessened the gap
between himself and the woman he loved, and, though possessed of all
becoming modesty, he was yet too sensible of his own abilities and his
own worth not to cherish an assured hope that one day that gap would be
filled up.
His colleagues, who for the most part contented themselves with getting
through the business which fell to them in office-hours, knew nothing
of the Assessor's quiet, unceasing toil. He never alluded to it. The
chief's penetrating eye alone had discovered with what a fund of
perseverance, with what genuine talent the young clerk was gifted,
though as yet he had had but small opportunity of turning his gifts to
active account.
George always worked best in the morning hours. He was sitting to-day
bent over a volume of jurisprudence, and so immersed in its arid
contents that he did not notice the opening of the outer door which
gave access to his apartments. It was only when he heard a familiar
voice say: "Don't trouble yourself. I can find my way to Mr. Winterfeld
alone," that he started up from his book, just as the newcomer entered.
"Good-morning, George, old fellow. Here I am, you see."
"Max! Is it possible? What brings you to R----? How did you come here?"
cried George, in joyful surprise, hurrying to meet his friend.
"I came straight from home," replied the latter, returning his friend's
greeting with equal heartiness. "I only reached the hotel half an hour
ago, and came up to see you immediately."
"But why not write me a few lines? Did you wish to take me by
surprise?"
"No, not that; the journey was rather a surprise to myself; for, my
dear fellow, I am not brought here by any sentimental feelings of
friendship, as you may possibly flatter yourself, but by a most real
and practical matter of business, arising from our succession to some
property. But, in the first place, how are you? You are looking pale,
as is but natural to a man who sits brooding in the early morning over
his books. George, you are incorrigible."
George laughed, pushed away the hand that was stretched out to feel his
pulse, and drew his friend to the sofa.
"Lay aside the doctor for the nonce," said he. "I am perfectly well. So
it is some succession-business which brings you here. Have riches
peradventure overtaken you?"
"Not riches, exactly," said Max. "It is only a matter of a very modest
fortune left by a cousin of ours who owned a small estate in the
neighbourhood of R----. I had some acquaintance with him. He had
quarrelled with my father out and out, on account of the latter's
political past; but now he has died without a will or direct heirs,
and my father, as next of kin, has received a summons from the
R---- tribunal to make good his claims. This he cannot do in person.
You know that he may not set foot in his native land without risking a
return to his old quarters in that fortified place which he quitted by
the somewhat unusual conveyance of a ladder of ropes. The sentence
formerly pronounced on him still hangs over his head, so he has sent me
as his representative."
"You have full authority to act?" put in the Assessor.
"Unlimited; but there will be plenty of quibbles and delays,
notwithstanding. My father's flight and protracted absence will
complicate matters, and my notorious Socialist name will hardly
predispose the judicial mind to any special affability towards me.
Foreseeing all this, I have taken a rather long leave and I intend to
stay in R---- until the business is settled. I count much on your legal
advice and assistance."
"I am altogether at your service. The first thing for you to do,
however, is to give up your rooms at the hotel, and to come here to
me."
"With your permission, I shall decline doing that," said Max, drily.
"Why?"
"Because I don't wish to bring you into trouble with your superiors.
Can you give me your word of honour that the visit you paid us this
summer passed unremarked, that it has called down on you no word of
blame?"
George looked down.
"Well, I certainly was favoured with some rather sharp observations
from the chief; but there are bounds even to his jurisdiction and to
the regard I owe to my position. I do not mean to offer up to it my
friends and private connections."
"You need not do so," returned the young surgeon; "but there is no
occasion to go out of your way to challenge a conflict. You know I have
not a very high opinion of gratuitous sacrifices, and the invitation
you are now so kind as to give me comes under that head. No use to
argue, George. I shall remain at the hotel. You will compromise
yourself quite sufficiently in the eyes of all loyal citizens by owning
me as a friend at all."
The refusal was expressed in so decided a tone that George saw it would
be useless to insist; so he yielded the point.
"Well, let me congratulate you on coming in to the fortune, at all
events," he said. "Though it be not a very considerable one, it will, I
suppose, be of importance to you."
"Certainly; I am especially glad on my father's account. He can now
devote himself to his beloved science undisturbed by those material
cares which have hitherto held the front rank. I, too, gain by it my
much-desired independence. I should long ago have resigned my post at
the hospital had it not been necessary to provide for our household an
assured income which can henceforth be dispensed with. I shall set to
work to establish a practice now and marry."
"You are thinking of marrying?" asked George, in some astonishment.
"Of course I am. A man must have a wife. It is necessary to his
comfort."
"But whom do you mean to marry?"
"Ah! that I don't know yet. When I have installed myself in a place of
my own, I shall hold a review, make my choice, and lead home my bride."
"Some daughter of Switzerland, I presume?"
"Beyond a doubt. I think very highly of the solid good sense and
practical virtues of the Swiss, though it may be there is a little lack
of polish about them at times. Moreover, I don't want any tender
over-refinement in my wife. Married people should be cut out on the
same pattern."
"Well, you seem to have gone thoroughly into it," laughed George, "I
dare say you have made out a regular programme, enumerating all the
qualities your future wife is to possess. So let us hear. Clause No.
I?"
"Money," said Max, laconically. "Ah! yes; that rouses your sentimental
feelings to revolt again. Money is indispensable. Second desideratum,
practical domestic education. Third, fine robust health. A doctor, who
is knocking about all day among all sorts of maladies, does not want to
have to prescribe at home. Fourth----"
"For heaven's sake stop!" interrupted his friend. "I believe there are
a dozen _sine qua non_. Love does not figure among them, I suppose?"
"Love comes after marriage," replied the young surgeon, confidently,
"at least, with rational people; and the unions which answer best are
those based on the solid grounds of reason and common sense. When,
after a mature consideration of character and circumstances, I find
that my programme fits, I shall make my offer at once, and get married;
and therewith all is said."
George smiled rather sadly as he laid his hand on his friend's arm.
"My dear Max, I know very well for whom your sermon is intended.
Unfortunately, it can avail nothing. You will not understand this until
some passion, springing up in your own breast, dashes through all your
clauses at a stroke, and upsets your conclusions."
"A minute, please. Mine is no romantic nature. I leave romance to
certain other people of my acquaintance. By-the-bye, how is your little
affair progressing? May I expect again to fill the part of confidant,
and, when occasion offers, to resume my former functions as sentinel? I
am at your orders."
George sighed.
"No, Max, there is no question of that. I hardly ever see Gabrielle,
and have only spoken to her once in her mother's presence. The Governor
has built up around his house such a rampart of haughty reserve and
exclusiveness, it is impossible to break through it."
"Poor old fellow! the melancholy of your appearance becomes explicable
to me. Well, you see the consequences of taking these things too
seriously. My programme and my clauses, at which you jeer in a most
uncalled-for manner, protect me from such misadventures."
George looked at his watch.
"Excuse me, I must be off to the Chancellery. Our office-hours begin
early; but after three o'clock I am at liberty, and I will look you up
immediately. Shall I go with you to the hotel?"
The young surgeon preferred to bear his friend company on his way to
the bureau, so the two set out together. They walked through the
streets, chatting as they went, and at the foot of the hill they came
upon Councillor Moser. This gentleman had his quarters at the
Government-house itself, but he was in the habit of taking a
constitutional in the morning before office-hours commenced, and from
this exercise he was now returning. He advanced slowly, with his usual
stiff and solemn mien, his chin well buried in his white cravat, and
returned his subordinate's greeting with an affable but dignified bow.
"You are looking tired, Mr. Winterfeld," he observed, in a benevolent
tone. "His Excellency himself has noticed it. His Excellency is of
opinion that you work too sedulously, and that you will undermine your
health by such assiduous study. There may be too much even of a good
thing. You should not apply too closely."
"That is what I am always preaching to my friend," put in Max; "but in
vain. This very morning, at an untimely hour, I found him poring over
his books, and had literally to hunt him from them. He throws all my
prescriptions to the wind."
"You are a member of the Faculty, sir?" asked the Councillor, evidently
expecting that this stranger should be presented to him.
"My friend, Dr. Brunnow," said George; "Mr. Councillor Moser."
The chief-clerk suddenly rose out from the depths of his white
neckcloth.
"Brunnow--Brunnow?" he repeated.
"Is the name familiar to you, Councillor?" asked Max, innocently.
All benevolence had vanished from the old gentleman's face. It
expressed something akin to horror as he replied sharply:
"The name was well known in former times, first in connection with the
rebellion, then with the courts of justice. Finally, it was brought
into people's mouths by the escape from a fortified place of a
political prisoner who bore it. I trust you stand in no relationship to
the Dr. Brunnow to whom I allude."
"In the very closest," said the young surgeon, with a most polite bow.
"That Dr. Brunnow is my father."
The Councillor recoiled a step, as though to guarantee himself against
any chance contact. Then he turned his back on the young man, and
concentrated all his ire and indignation on George.
"Mr. Assessor Winterfeld," he began in a withering tone, "there are
officials, clever and competent officials even, who do not, or will
not, recognise the first and most sacred duty imposed on them by their
service, the duty of loyalty to the state. Are you acquainted with any
such?"
George was a little embarrassed.
"I really do not quite understand your drift----"
"Well, I am acquainted with some of that order, and I pity them, for
they are, in general, but the victims of false teaching and evil
example."
The young clerk frowned. He was, it is true, pretty well accustomed to
such philippics from his superior; but now, in his friend's presence,
he chafed at the implied reproof, feeling the awkwardness of the
situation. So he answered with some heat:
"You may feel convinced that I understand my duties. Beyond this----"
"Yes, yes. I am aware that all young men are born reformers, and that
they consider it a proof of character to try a little opposition,"
interrupted Moser, who dearly loved, in season and out of season, to
make use of his chiefs words, which were to him as so many oracular
utterances. "But it is a dangerous game, for opposition leads on to
revolution, and revolution"--the chief-clerk shuddered--"is a horrible
thing!"
"A most horrible thing, Councillor," said Max, emphatically.
"You think so?" asked Moser, somewhat disconcerted by this unexpected
adhesion.
"Certainly; and I think, too, that it is well you should make this
appeal to my friend's conscience. I myself have often told him he is
not loyal as he should be."
The Councillor stood as though petrified on hearing these words, which
were delivered with imperturbable gravity. He was about to answer, when
suddenly his chin disappeared into his cravat again, and he assumed a
reverential attitude.
"His Excellency!" said he, under his breath, respectfully taking off
his hat.
And, looking round, they really saw the Governor, coming from the
Castle, and going on foot towards the town. On reaching the spot where
they stood, he returned the gentlemen's greeting in his cool, measured
fashion, took a rapid survey of young Brunnow, and then addressed
himself to Moser:
"It is fortunate I meet you, my dear sir. There is something I wish to
say to you. Bear me company for a few minutes, will you?"
The Councillor joined his chief, and the two went on towards the town,
while the young men pursued their journey up the hill.
"So that is your despot, is it?" asked Max, as soon as they were out of
hearing. "The much-abused, much-dreaded Raven! He is of an imposing
presence, that I must allow him. A bearing and dignity that would not
ill become a prince; and then that lordly glance with which he took my
measure! One can see the man knows how to command."
"And how to oppress," added George, bitterly. "We have had a fresh
proof of it lately. The whole city is in a state of ferment on account
of the extraordinary new police regulations he has saddled upon it. He
means to repress by force the opposition which is daily growing more
active, and now threatens to become really troublesome. This last step
of his is a flagrant affront to the whole body of citizens."
"And the good townsfolk of R---- take it quietly?"
George cast a prudent glance around. The road was clear, and their
conversation safe from curious ears, yet the young man lowered his
voice as he answered:
"What can they do? Rebel against their ruler, the chosen delegate of
the Government? That would entail most serious consequences. I often
think, perhaps all that is wanting is to make our Ministers aware of
the true state of the case, to acquaint them with all the arbitrary
proceedings, the acts of tyranny whereby their representative has
abused the full powers conferred on him. Were this openly done, they
must let him fall."
"Or silence the inconvenient monitor instead. It would not be the first
time such a thing has happened; and this Raven does not look as if he
would easily let himself be thrown. He would, at least, drag down his
enemies with him in his fall."
"And yet, sooner or later, it must come to that," said George,
resolutely. "A brave man will one day be found."
The young surgeon started, and looked searchingly into his friend's
face.
"You will not be he, I should hope. Don't be a fool, George, and enter
the lists alone in behalf of others. It may cost you your position,
your living; and, besides, have you forgotten that the Baron is your
adored Gabrielle's guardian? If you rouse his anger, he has at his
disposal the means of destroying all your hopes of happiness."
"That he will do in any case," returned George moodily. "He will
assuredly try to get his ward married brilliantly and speedily; and
when he finds that I am the obstacle to the success of his plans there
are hardly any limits to the antagonism I may expect from him."
"And, most decidedly, he is not one whom it will be easy to fight,"
remarked Max. "I understand that you hate him in his double capacity."
"Hate? I admire much in him, and in one sense the city and province owe
him a debt of gratitude. Thanks to his energy, numberless new resources
have been opened out, dormant powers have been aroused and made to
subserve the public good; but every aspiration towards a greater
freedom he has stifled with an iron hand. The cruel period of reaction,
which has weighed on us so long, is indebted to him for some of its
worst triumphs."
"It is coming to an end," observed Max.
"Yes, thank God, it is coming to an end. The old system is shaken to
its foundations, and its upholders are endeavouring to trim their
course wisely, so as to save all that may yet be saved. Raven
alone holds to the past with rigid consistency. Not the smallest
concession--not the most trifling compromise can be wrung from him, and
he will not listen to the warning voices which sound even in his ears.
Is this wilful blindness, or firmness of character?"
"Firmness of character in a renegade?"
George looked down thoughtfully. Suddenly he said:
"Max, there are times when I would rather doubt your father's word than
ascribe a dishonourable action to my chief. Ambition, passion, might
lead him to commit a crime; but base, low treachery to his friends!
There is not a trait in the man which does not contradict the charge."
"And yet he was guilty of such treachery. Do you think my father would
pass this rigorous judgment on the hero he once worshipped without
ample proofs? But, indeed, are they needed? Is not the career of this
Arno Raven proof enough in itself? He was once an enthusiastic champion
of liberty. What is he now?"
"You are right; and yet ... Let us say no more of this. We are at the
Castle."
They had, indeed, by this time reached the Government-house, where they
must separate. An appointment was hastily made for the afternoon, then
George betook himself to the Chancellery, and Max, who was in no hurry
to return to the town, strolled about, inspecting the Castle, which was
one of the principal sights of R----, and an object of interest to all
strangers. The young surgeon, it is true, cared very little for
architectural curiosities or the antique Romantic style of art; but the
Castle interested him on account of its present inhabitants. He
sauntered through the galleries and passages as far as they were
accessible; then, turning at length to retrace his steps, he lost his
way, and, instead of re-issuing at the main entrance, wandered into one
of the side wings. He only remarked his error on finding himself in a
corridor which evidently led to an inhabited dwelling. Just as he was
about to turn and go back, a door opened, and an elderly woman looked
out.
"Ah, you are there, Doctor," said she, gladly. "Pray come in. My young
lady is ready, and expecting you."
"Expecting me?" asked Max, astonished at the welcome.
"Surely. You are the doctor, are not you?"
"Well, I am that, certainly."
"Come in then, please. I will let the young lady know." Saying which,
the woman, apparently a superior sort of housekeeper, vanished, and Max
remained alone in the outer room she had constrained him to enter.
"Now this I call luck," said he to himself, under his breath. "I no
sooner set foot in R----, than a practice tumbles unexpectedly into my
lap. We shall see what course the matter takes."
For this he had not long to wait. After a few minutes the woman came
back, and ushered him into a pleasant, comfortably-furnished parlour. A
young lady rose from her place by the window, and came towards him.
She was a very young girl, perhaps about sixteen or seventeen years of
age, tall and slender, but fragile, almost sickly in appearance.
Transparently pale of complexion, her face, though not beautiful, was
delicate and prepossessing. Dark shadows encircled her eyes, and there
was hardly a trace of colour in the cheeks or lips. Her costume was of
almost exaggerated simplicity, and quite conventual in its cut and
fashion. The black dress, unrelieved by the slightest ornament, was
fastened high in the neck and closely at the wrists. A square of black
lace completely covered her head, so that only a narrow band of the
smoothly coiled dark hair was to be seen. Very timid and embarrassed in
manner, she stood before the physician with downcast eyes, saying not a
word.
"You wish for medical advice, Fraeulein?" asked Max at length, having
waited in vain for her to speak. "I am at your service."
At the sound of his voice, the girl raised a pair of dark, expressive
eyes, but quickly lowered them again, and drew back a step in evident
alarm. Even her more mature companion seemed, on closer investigation,
somewhat startled and uneasy at the doctor's youthful appearance. She
did not budge an inch from her charge's side.
"My father wishes me to consult a physician," the young lady now made
answer, in a low, soft-toned voice. "It is not really necessary, for I
do not feel exactly ill."
"But you are right-down ill," interrupted the elder woman, who
evidently considered herself more as one of the family than as a
domestic. "And now the Councillor says he insists on your seeing some
one."
"The Councillor? Councillor Moser?" asked Max, a light breaking in upon
him. By a sort of intuition, he guessed to whose house chance had led
him.
"Yes. Has he not been with you?"
"He was with me about ten minutes before I came here," declared the
young man, with difficulty repressing a strong inclination to laugh.
He recalled to mind the look of horror with which the worthy Councillor
had shrunk from him on hearing his father's name. Under any other
circumstances he would at once have cleared up the misunderstanding;
but now he thought of the old gentleman who had treated him so
ungraciously; how wrathful he would be, were he to discover, under his
own roof, this scion of Socialists and demagogues! Max determined to
stand his ground, come what might.
"You look very far from well, however, Fraeulein," he went on, taking
her hand, and attentively feeling her pulse. "Will you allow me to put
a few questions to you?"
The examination began. When Max had a case before him, he became simply
and solely the doctor, and forgot all else in his study of its peculiar
phenomena. His questions were short, comprehensive, clear. He wasted no
words, and never wandered from the subject in hand. Gradually his young
patient seemed to gain confidence. She grew more at ease, more explicit
in her answers, and ceased looking up anxiously at her protectress each
time she spoke. At last the examination came to an end, and Max
appeared satisfied with the result.
"I do not see any grounds for serious apprehension. Your ailments
are in a great degree nervous, due, perhaps, originally to mental
over-excitement, and aggravated by want of air and exercise."
"That is what I say," broke in the housekeeper, who was evidently
accustomed to put in her oar on every occasion. "Fraeulein Agnes takes
no exercise; she never goes out in the open air at all, except in the
morning to early mass. I have always said that so much praying and
penance and fasting----"
"Christine!" interrupted the young girl, imploringly.
"Yes, yes, the doctor must be told everything," rejoined Christine. "My
young lady overdoes it with her piety, Doctor. She is on her knees all
day long."
"That is bad; you must leave that off," said the young surgeon,
dictatorially.
Fraeulein Agnes looked up at him with a scared expression.
"Doctor!"
"And the daily attendance at early mass as well. That must certainly be
discontinued," pursued Max, speaking with the same prompt decision, and
unheeding her attempt at remonstrance. "You have every reason to guard
against taking cold, and the mornings are beginning to be cool and
autumnal. As to fasting, I forbid it once for all. It is as bad as
poison to a person in your condition."
"But, Doctor!" said the girl, a second time, and again her protest
found no hearing. Max was not to be diverted from his point.
"Now, on the other hand, I prescribe a long walk every day, but at
noon, when the sun is bright and warm--as much air and exercise as
possible, and a little amusement too, something to vary the thoughts.
The winter gaieties will be setting in soon. I would advise you not to
dance too much."
Agnes started back three steps at least, thus emulating her father's
late hasty retreat.
"Dance!" she repeated, in absolute dismay. "Dance!"
"Yes, why not? All young ladies are fond, of dancing, are they not? You
do not want to be an exception to the rule, I suppose?"
"I have never danced," she replied quickly, and with as much decision
of tone as her soft voice would admit of. "I have always kept aloof
from worldly amusements. They are sinful, and I detest them."
"Well, well, you should try them before you make up your mind," said
the doctor, kindly. "But such advice hardly comes within my
professional competence. I will give you a prescription for the
present, and see you again in the course of a few days. Have you paper
and pen and ink at hand?"
Christine brought the necessary implements, and he sat down to write.
Agnes had taken refuge by the window, where she stood with folded
palms, and a look of consternation on her pale face. When the
prescription was finished. Max came up to her again, and
unceremoniously disengaged the folded hands to feel her pulse once
more.
"Yes; now follow my instructions carefully, and there will, I hope, be
an improvement before long. Good-morning, Fraeulein."
So saying, he left the room. Christine closed the entrance-door behind
him, and then came back.
"He knows what he is about," said she. "He orders and dictates as
though no one else had a right to say a word here. What do you think of
the doctor, Fraeulein?"
"I think him very irreligious," declared the young lady, emphatically.
"Ah, yes; none of your medical men are over-pious," remarked Christine.
"And so young!" went on Agnes, in a tone which implied the weightiest
accusation.
"I expected to see an older man myself, but he looks clever, and he
certainly is very punctual. He had promised to be here at nine, and on
the stroke of nine there he was outside in the corridor. I can't think
where your papa is! Something must have happened to detain him, for he
wished to be present at the interview."
"The doctor said he had spoken to my father. Do you think I ought to
take the medicine, Christine?"
"Of course you must take it. That is what we had the doctor here for. I
like him, in spite of that bearish way of his. You mind what I say.
Miss Agnes--he will set you all to rights again."
It remained doubtful whether Agnes herself shared this opinion. She had
taken up the prescription, and was reading it. After a while she laid
the paper down, and said, with a little shake of the head:
"I only wish he were not so irreligious!"
Max, going down the steps, met an elderly gentleman coming up. This
personage wore gold spectacles, carried a stick with a gold knob, and
had about him an air of great importance. The young surgeon stopped,
and looked after him.
"I would wager my head that is my worthy colleague on his way to pay
the promised visit. Now he will rack his brains to discover who can
have been interfering with his practice, and snapping up a patient
before his very nose. And then the wrath of that quintessence of
loyalty, the solemn old Councillor, when he hears the story, and sees
my name on the prescription! It would be worth something to get a look
at his face. I wish I could introduce myself to him in my new capacity
as his family doctor."
The mischievous wish was to be fulfilled. At the foot of the
Castle-hill Max met the Councillor, who, as in duty bound, had
accompanied 'his Excellency' to his destination, and was now on his
road back. No sooner did he catch a glimpse of Brunnow, that 'scion of
Socialists and demagogues,' than he endeavoured to turn aside, and thus
avoid the undesirable meeting. Max, however, went straight up to him.
"I am glad to have the chance of speaking to you again, Councillor. I
have just come from your daughter."
This time the old gentleman's face emerged most suddenly from the folds
of his white cravat.
"From my daughter?" he repeated.
"Yes, from Fraeulein Moser. I can give you the comforting assurance that
the young lady's condition need inspire no serious apprehension, though
she will require great care and attention. The nervous system is out of
order, certainly, but----"
"Sir, allow me to ask how you came to see my daughter?" vociferated the
Councillor.
"But this will yield to proper treatment," continued Max, quite
undisturbed. "For the present I have prescribed a remedy from which I
hope the best results, and in a few days I will call in and see the
young lady again."
"But I never asked for your attendance," protested the Councillor,
whose head was in a whirl. He could make nothing of the other's
astounding communication.
"Excuse me, I was called in. Ask Frau Christine. As I said before, I
hope great things from the medicine, and I will look in again the day
after to-morrow. No thanks, pray, Councillor; it affords me the
greatest pleasure. My compliments to your daughter. Good-morning."
Councillor Moser stood for some seconds rigid and motionless as a
statue; then he charged at full speed up the hill to his own dwelling,
there to seek a solution of the mystery, while the young doctor
laughingly went on his way towards the town.