"Because it would have no influence," he said; but when Johanna,
wounded by his unkindness, would have withdrawn her hand from his arm,
he drew her closer to his side. "Forgive me," he begged, in the tender
tone she had not heard for a long while. "I am detestable to-night. But
remember how I am tormented. To whom shall I tell it all, if not to
you?"
"If you only would be frank with me always," Johanna said, in a tone of
gentle reproof. "But sometimes you are so reserved with me."
"Because now and then I mistrust even you," he replied, "and have a
feeling that you are leagued with my grandfather against me."
"Dear Otto----" she began.
He interrupted her. "Never mind," he said; "words avail nothing. I will
put you to the test."
"Do," she said, earnestly. "What do you ask of me?"
He hesitated. Involuntarily he had said more than he meant to; but
perhaps it was best so. With his own victorious smile he said, "I ask
you to hurry on the purchase of this estate, that we may be married as
soon as possible and sell it again."
She looked at him incredulously. "You cannot be serious."
"And why not?" And his eyes flashed.
"Consider our grandfather----"
"Consider me!" he exclaimed. "Try to understand, if you can, what it is
to be snatched from a career that you love and forced year out and year
in to do what gives you not the smallest pleasure. But this you cannot
comprehend,--no woman can."
Unconsciously he raised his voice as he uttered the last words. The
Freiherr looked round. "How ungallant!" he exclaimed. "What is he
reproaching you with, my child? Let us hear what it is that you cannot
understand."
Johanna was embarrassed. Otto instantly came to her aid. "I was
lamenting the length of our engagement," he replied.
"Already!" said the Freiherr; but his tone and air betrayed his pleasure
in Otto's impatience. And, throwing down his cards,--his hand was so
poor that he had no desire to play any longer,--he continued: "We would
appoint the wedding-day if a nest were only found for you."
Aunt Thekla hastened to put away her aces, for the Freiherr was cross
when he lost a game. "I thought, my dear Johann," she said, to keep up
the conversation, "that you were satisfied with Tannhagen."
"The estate,--yes," he replied; "and the farm-buildings, too, are all
very well; but the house is a ruinous old pile, and Otto cannot wait, as
you have just heard, while a new one is building."
"Why should I, sir?" Otto said. "If Tannhagen suits you in other
respects, we shall do very well in the old house, shall we not,
Johanna?"
The Freiherr laughed. "Indeed, my boy? 'A hovel with the one we love.'
Is it come to that with you?" he said, in high good humour. "Well, we
will take the matter into consideration. First of all, as soon as the
weather permits, we must ride over and inspect the owl's-nest and see
whether it can be made habitable for a while. I should like, children,
to have you so near me."
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