Germany -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
But even that, she thought, would be better than
being forced to marry Peter Steinmarc. Before she had reached the
island, she knew that the one scheme was as impossible as the other.
She entered the house very quietly, and turning to the left went at
once into the kitchen.
"Linda, your aunt is waiting dinner for you this hour," said Tetchen.
"Why did you not take it to her by herself?" said Linda, crossly.
"How could I do that, when she would not have it? You had better go
in now at once. But, Linda, does anything ail you?"
"Very much ails me," said Linda.
Then Tetchen came close to her, and whispered, "Have you heard
anything about him?"
"What have you heard, Tetchen? Tell me at once."
"He is in trouble."
"He is in prison!" Linda said this with a little hysteric scream.
Then she began to sob and cry, and turned her back to Tetchen and hid
her face in her hands.
"I have heard that too," said Tetchen. "They say the burgomasters
have caught him with letters on him from some terrible rebels up in
Prussia, and that he has been plotting to have the city burned down.
But I don't believe all that, fraulein."
"He is in prison. I know he is in prison," said Linda. "I wish I
were there too;--so I do, or dead. I'd rather be dead." Then Madame
Staubach, having perhaps heard the lock of the front door when it was
closed, came into the kitchen. "Linda," she said, "I am waiting for
you."
"I do not want any dinner," said Linda, still standing with her face
turned to the wall. Then Madame Staubach took hold of her arm, and
led her across the passage into the parlour. Linda said not a word as
she was being thus conducted, but was thinking whether it might not
even yet serve her purpose to be silent and sullen. She was still
sobbing, and striving to repress her sobs; but she allowed herself to
be led without resistance, and in an instant the door was closed, and
she was seated on the old sofa with her aunt beside her.
"Have you seen Herr Molk?" demanded Madame Staubach.
"Yes; I have seen him."
"And what has he said to you?" Then Linda was silent. "You told me
that you would seek his counsel; and that you would act as he might
advise you."
"No; I did not say that."
"Linda!"
"I did not promise. I made no promise."
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