For a while Johanna let them come and go, then she tried to rid herself
of them, but she could not. At last she arose, lit a candle, wrapped
herself in a dressing-gown, and sat down at her writing-table. Perhaps
writing would be as effective as narrating by word of mouth.
"Dear Otto," she began, and then passed her pen through the words. He
would not understand her; he would laugh at her as the 'big girls' had
done at the _pension_. Moreover, he did not want letters from her, and
did not like to have her tire her eyes and snatch any time from her
night's rest. Formerly she had gone to Ludwig with her narratives; but
to tell him what she withheld from Otto would be simply impossible.
For a while she sat undecided, then she dipped her pen in the ink again.
"I will try it," she whispered to herself, and began to write. To whom?
Out into space. And what? She herself did not know.
CHAPTER XIX.
PROFESSIONAL ENTHUSIASM.
The Freiherr had bought Tannhagen, and had acceded to Otto's entreaty
that the marriage might take place at the end of May. There was much to
do before then to make the 'old barracks,' as the Freiherr called the
farm-house, habitable. There was no end of consultations with builders
and workmen. Hangings and carpets were ordered. Löbel Wolf, who had been
taken into favour again, ransacked the country round for old furniture
to suit Johanna's taste; Aunt Thekla contributed chests full of linen,
and Otto was perpetually going to and fro urging the workmen at
Tannhagen to greater speed and keeping his grandfather informed of all
that was doing.
The Freiherr seemed to grow younger and more cheerful every day amid
these constant calls upon his interest. They helped him to forego the
usual Christmas gathering this year, and to bear the absence of Johann
Leopold. Hedwig could not, of course, travel with her new-born baby, and
Hildegard's children had the measles,--very fortunately for their
mother, who was reluctant to witness the happiness of the betrothed
pair. Magelone also was away. She had developed a tender affection for
Hedwig's boys, and begged her grandfather to allow her to spend her
Christmas with them.
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