Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"Still," she said, to soothe the wound; "still, this is not to be my
final judgment about Doctor Stein; it is nothing but a first
impression. I shall probably think differently about him when I see him
more frequently. Franz is so very fond of him, and, you know, we girls
when we are engaged are apt to be jealous. But I just remember, he may
be here every moment!" she cried, interrupting herself.
"Who?" said Helen, "Oswald?"
"I had really quite forgotten it. Thoughtless girl that I am!"
"What is it?"
"Stein and Franz had agreed to hear a lecture by Professor Benseler
together. And Franz went directly after dinner to see a patient of
father's in the country. I was to have sent word to Stein. I wonder if
it is time yet?"
"It is half-past five now," said Helen, stepping to the window to look
at her watch. "It is almost dark and I must make haste to get home."
At that moment there came a knock at the door.
"There he is!" cried the two young ladies _unisono_, trembling like a
couple of deer when a shot is fired in the wood.
Another knock.
"What shall we do?" whispered Helen, who seemed to have lost all her
self-control.
"Of course we must say: 'Walk in!' What else can we do?" replied
Sophie, laughing involuntarily. "Walk in!"
The person who entered was probably unable to recognize the ladies in
the half-dark room; he remained standing near the door, as if he
hesitated.
"Come nearer, doctor," said Sophie, holding Helen's hands. "I must ask
your pardon for receiving you in the dark; but we will have light
directly."
Oswald had approached her as she said these words, and had bowed to the
ladies. Evidently he had not yet recognized Helen, who stood aside,
looking towards the window.
"I have to ask pardon," he said, "for I fear I have interrupted the
ladies. But as I found nobody in the hall----"
Suddenly he stopped; the blood rushed to his heart. He shuddered all
over. Was not the silent figure by Miss Roban, Helen? He approached a
little nearer. There was no doubt; that head whose outline he had so
often admired almost reverently, could belong to no one but Helen ...
He hardly heard Sophie say "You do not recognize Fräulein von Grenwitz;
I will go myself to order lights." He heard the door close behind Miss
Roban; he only knew that he was alone with her. He knelt down before
her and seized her hand to cover it with burning kisses.
The surprise and the darkness favored Oswald's boldness. Helen trembled
so violently that she could not prevent him; she had barely strength
enough to say:
"For God's sake, Oswald, get up! I pray you, get up!"
It was high time, for at that moment Sophie returned, followed by a
servant who brought a lamp.
Oswald succeeded in checking his emotion. Helen turned to the window,
under the pretext that the sudden light was dazzling her eyes, and
looked down upon the street, while Sophie explained Franz's absence.
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