Michael shook his head in dissent. "Better let me go, your reverence; I
am accustomed to be maltreated and turned out everywhere; I do not want
to be a burden upon a stranger. I can scarcely be worse off out in the
world than I was with my parents. I can remember it from my earliest
childhood. Neither my mother nor I ever had a kind word from my father,
and he often used to beat us both; it was not very different from the
life at the lodge, except that I was not starved at the forester's."
Valentin shuddered; he could not help it at the thought of the woman
whom he had formerly seen in all the pride of her beauty and rank.
This, then, had been the end of it all. A terrible glimpse into the
depths of human misery.
"You _must_ not go, Michael," he said, gently but decidedly. "There can
be no question of your return to the lodge. Here you will stay until I
hear from my brother,--I know beforehand what he will say,--and until
then I take charge of you."
Michael did not gainsay this, and made no further attempt to depart. He
turned darkly away to the window, and stood there with folded arms
looking out, the same sullen determination in his look that had
characterized it when he would have rushed away. Yes, the somnambulist
had wakened when his name had been called, out the call had been rude,
and the awakening bitter.
* * * * *
A golden autumnal day had arisen from the dim morning mists; the
mountains were unveiled and the valleys were filled with sunshine.
The little mountain-town, which lay about a league from Castle
Steinrück, nestling most picturesquely at the entrance of the valley,
was harbouring a distinguished guest. Professor Hans Wehlau, of
worldwide reputation as a light of science, was paying a visit to his
brother-in-law, the burgomaster of the little town. For ten years the
Professor had now been living in the capital of Northern Germany, where
he occupied a prominent position in the university. Since the death of
his wife he had rather withdrawn from society, from which his two sons
were also secluded by the duties of their several occupations; the
younger was completing at another university the studies in natural
science which he had begun under his father's tuition, and the elder,
an adopted son, the child of a friend who had died, having embraced a
military career, was stationed with his regiment in a provincial town.
All, however, were to share in this excursion to relatives among the
mountains. The Professor had been here for some weeks, and his sons had
arrived on the previous day.
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