Oswald von Ettersberg since his departure had been completely lost
sight of. He might almost have vanished into space. The Countess never
voluntarily alluded to her nephew, and to some inquiries of Rüstow's
she had merely replied curtly and coldly that she believed he was
well, and satisfied with his new mode of life, but that he rarely
communicated with his relations. She evidently desired to avoid the
subject, and it was accordingly not again broached. The fact that
Edmund never mentioned the name of his cousin, from whom he had
hitherto been inseparable, that any allusion to the absent one
appeared unpalatable to him as to his mother, was just one of the many
eccentricities which now marked his behaviour. They had probably had
some fresh quarrel shortly before Oswald's departure, and it seemed
that the rupture between the cousins and old allies was this time
complete.
Weary of thinking, of pondering over mysteries she could not fathom,
Hedwig sat leaning back in her chair. She heard the door of the
anteroom open, heard the approach of footsteps, but, supposing that it
was Edmund coming back, she did not alter her attitude, and it was
only as the new-comer entered that she languidly turned her head in
his direction.
Then suddenly an electric thrill shot through the girl's frame.
Trembling, blushing to the temples, she sprang from her seat, her eyes
fixed on the door before her. Was it alarm, or was it joy that seized
upon her with such paralyzing might? She knew not--she rendered no
account to herself; but the name which burst from her lips, and the
tone in which it was uttered, betrayed all that she had long so
sedulously hidden.
'Oswald!'
Yes, it was Oswald who stood on the threshold. He must have been
prepared for the possibility of seeing her when he started on his
journey to Ettersberg, but this sudden meeting was quite unlooked for.
The flush which dyed his brow on beholding his cousin's promised wife
was evidence enough of this.
For a moment he waited, irresolute, but when his name struck on his
ear, pronounced in those accents, all hesitation was over. In an
instant he was at her side.
'Hedwig! Have I startled you?'
The question was well warranted, for Hedwig's perturbation was still
visible and extreme.
'Herr von Ettersberg! You appear so suddenly, so unexpectedly.'
'I could not send word of my coming. I am here on pressing business,
which made it necessary for me to see Edmund at once.'
He spoke, almost without knowing what he said, gazing fixedly the
while at the girl's face before him. The sight of her did away in a
moment with the ramparts which for months he had laboriously been
building up.
Hedwig moved as though to withdraw.
'I ... I will let Edmund know.'
'He has been informed of my arrival. Do not fly from me in this way,
Hedwig. Will you not grant me one minute?'
Hedwig paused. The sorrowful reproach in his tone chained her to the
spot, but she did not dare to make reply.
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