Family -- Juvenile fiction; Switzerland -- Juvenile fiction
“I understand your decision absolutely,” Mr. Hellmut answered politely.
“You are right in telling me that I am the most unpleasant host that
could be found, but I hope you understand that the change in Cornelli
has spoiled everything for me and has only filled me with the thought
of how to help her. I hope very much that you will visit my house again
at a pleasanter time. You can order the carriage whenever you want it.”
The cousin had not expected this answer. “You go entirely too far,
Frederick,” she said angrily. “How can a man sacrifice everything and
change all his ideas for the sake of such a child?”
“You seem to forget that it is my Cornelia’s and my only child,”
answered the Director. “But we shall not talk about it any more, because
we could not understand each other. I am so grateful for your goodwill
that I do not want to cause you any anger at the end.”
Two days later the carriage stood before the door. Both ladies stepped
in and Mina stepped in after them. The latter had known so well how
to make herself liked by them that they were taking her to town, for
Mina had wished to become a maid in the city to get away from country
people. One of the ladies was to take her as chambermaid, but it had
not been settled yet which of them would do so.
Esther was terribly indignant because Mina was leaving a good house
for no reason whatsoever. Since Esther had been managing in the
Director’s home she had always felt the honor of the house to be her
own. Full of resentment, she was standing behind her master, who was
shaking hands as a last farewell.
Miss Mina was looking towards the other side, where Cornelli stood:
“Won’t you even give me your hand? This is not very friendly of you.
That is just the way you are,” she said to the child in a low voice.
Now Esther broke forth: “Miss Mina,” she called out as loudly as she
could, “please be so kind as to tell the ladies on the trip who left
the dusty marks on the sofa by standing on it. They were not from a
child’s shoe.”
Mina blushed a deep scarlet and Miss Dorner, full of astonishment,
looked at her glowing face. She expected a fitting retort, but none
came.
“Go ahead, Matthew,” Miss Dorner ordered excitedly. She did not desire
a further explanation.
Mr. Hellmut had moved away.
Cornelli now took Esther’s broad hand inside both her own and pressed
it hard. A ray of joy flitted over her features, the first after a
long, long time. “Oh, I am so glad that you said that, Esther; I am
more glad than you can think,” she said eagerly. “If you had not said
that, they would have thought all their lives that I had done it and
denied it. But how does Mina know who did it?”
“She knows, because she did it herself,” Esther replied.
“Oh, oh! So she did it with her own feet,” Cornelli exclaimed. “It is
better that she has gone then. We’d rather be left alone here, wouldn’t
we, Esther, just you and I?”
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