As Herr von Granow did not and could not know in how many ways all that
he had said had lacerated my tenderest feelings, my sudden wrath, which
had been only waiting an opportunity to burst forth, must have appeared
to him terrible and incomprehensible. A young man, who had probably
always appeared to him suspicious, and now doubly so, of whose bodily
strength he had seen more than one surprising proof, speaking in such a
voice of striking dead--and then the desolate heath, the growing
darkness--the little man muttered some unintelligible words, while he
cautiously widened the distance between us, and then, probably in fear
of my loaded gun, came up again and very meekly declared that he had
not the slightest intention to offend me; that it was not to be
supposed that a respectable officer like my father had knowingly placed
his son with a notorious smuggler. And that, on the other side, the
suspicion that I was a spy in the pay of the authorities, could not
possibly be reconciled with my honest face and my straightforward
conduct, and was indeed perfectly ridiculous; that he would with all
his heart admit that everything that was said about Herr von Zehren was
pure fabrication--people talked so much just for the sake of talking.
Besides, he, who had only recently come into the neighborhood, could
least of all judge what there might be in it; and he would be extremely
delighted, and account it an especial honor, to receive me as a guest
at his house, there where we could now see the lights shining, and
where the others must have arrived long ago, and to drown all
unpleasantness in a bottle of wine.
I scarcely comprehended what he said, my agitation was so extreme. I
replied curtly that it was all right, that I did not believe he
intended to offend me. Then asking him to excuse me to Herr von Zehren,
I strode across the heath towards the road which I knew so well, which
led from Melchow, Granow's estate, to Zehrendorf.
CHAPTER XI.
The following morning was so fine that it might well have cheered even
a gloomier spirit than mine. And in my fatigue I had fallen so promptly
asleep when I laid my tired head upon the pillow, and had slept so
soundly, that it required some consideration upon awaking to recall the
circumstances that had caused me so much agitation the previous
evening. Gradually they recurred to my memory, and once more my cheeks
burned, and I felt, as I always did when under excitement, that I must
rush out into the free air and under the blue sky; so I hurried down
the steep back-stair into the park.
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