"Hermann, you are beside yourself, and not in a state to look at this matter calmly and sensibly, leave it in my hands. It is, of course, an understood thing, that after this discovery, the girl cannot remain any longer in the family. Bertha intends dismissing her. In any case, I will see that it is done in the most considerate manner possible, and, later on, we will try to find some guardian to assure her future. Do it as handsomely as you are able, return to her the whole income which her mother lost. Perhaps we may succeed in finding a suitable husband for her, a clergyman, or some one of that sort, and then we might manage unsuspiciously--" The Count suddenly freed himself with a violent movement. "Make no plans, grandmother," said he bitterly, "it is atonement to injury that we have to do with. I had thought of another way of expiating it, but I know that she will never, never take it from my hand." "From _your_ hand? I should think not. We must go to work with greater care than that. Whatever you have to do with it, she must not suspect in the least from whom it comes, or she might ask, _why_ we did it." "And supposing she already knows?" "Hermann!" "She knows it, must know it! Now I understand the glowing, unforgiving hate which she has shown towards me from the first moment, this aversion to my presence, this altogether mysterious demeanour. How strange that no suspicion of the truth ever entered my head; but it was the name which led me astray. Oh, she knows all, I tell you, she betrays it in every word, in every gesture. But one thing I have never been able to tear from her, a secret, which she knows how to keep, and yet I _must_ have certainty at any price!" In great agitation he recommenced his pacing up and down the room. The Praesidentin stood still, speechless. Whether she was terrified at the idea that he was right in his conjecture, or at this outbreak of passion in the man who was usually so calm and collected, was undecided, for the next moment a slight sound was heard at the door. "What is it? Who is there?" cried Hermann. He pushed back the bolt. Without stood a servant, looking much embarrassed. "I beg your pardon for disturbing you, Herr Count; I did not know that the door was locked. I wished to say--" "Well, what--what?" "Mademoiselle Walter is in the ante-room, and wishes to speak to the Herr Count." "Mademoiselle Walter?" "With me?" The Praesidentin collected herself. First she was evidently on the point of sending a refusal, but Hermann anticipated her. "I--will see her at once!" The servant disappeared. "Hermann, you ought not to speak to her now! You will betray yourself whilst you are in such agitation! And what can she want?" The Count had all at once regained his self-command, but an expression of unspeakable bitterness appeared in his face.