“You seem very pleased to be off,” he said, smiling, as she climbed briskly into the dog-cart and took the reins, while her maid, with her arms full of bags, was hoisted up behind.
“Oh, so pleased!” said Trudi, looking down at him with sparkling eyes. “Princes and parties are jollier any day than whitewash and the better life.”
“And brothers.”
“Oh — brothers. By the way, I never saw Bibi look better than she did yesterday. She has improved so much nobody would know — —”
“You will miss your train,” said Axel, pulling out his watch.
“Well, good-bye then, alter Junge. Work hard, do your duty, and don’t let your thoughts linger too much round strange young ladies. They never do, I think you said? Well, so much the better, for it’s no good, no good, no good!” And Trudi, who was in tremendous spirits, put her whip to the brim of her hat by way of a parting salute, touched up the cobs, and rattled off down the drive on the road to Jungbluth and glory. She turned her head before she finally disappeared, to call back her oracular “No good!” once again to Axel, who stood watching her from the steps of his solitary house.
CHAPTER XII
So Anna was left to herself again. She was astonished at the rapidity of Trudi’s movements. Within one week she had heard of her, met her, liked her, begun to like her less, and lost her. She had flashed across the Kleinwalde horizon, and left a trail of workmen and new servants behind, with whom Anna was now occupied, unaided, from morning till night. Miss Leech and Letty did all they could, but their German being restricted to quotations from the Erl-König and the Lied von der Glocke, it could not be brought to bear with any profitable results on the workmen. The servants, too, were a perplexity to Anna. Their cheapness was extraordinary, but their quality curious. Her new parlourmaid — for she felt unequal to coping with German men-servants — wore her arms naked all day long. Anna thought she had tucked up her sleeves in her zeal for thoroughness, but when she appeared with the afternoon coffee — the local tea was undrinkable — she still had bare arms; and, examining her more closely, Anna saw that it was her usual state, for her dress was sleeveless. Nor was her want of sleeves her only peculiarity. Anna began to wonder whether her house would ever be ready for the twelve.
The answers to the philanthropic advertisement were in a proportion of fifty to one answer to the advertisement for a companion. There were fifty ladies without means willing to be idle, to one lady without means willing to work. It worried Anna terribly, being obliged by want of room and money to limit the number to twelve. She could hardly bear to read the letters, knowing that nearly all had to be rejected. “See how many sad lives are being dragged through while we are so comfortable,” she said to Manske, when he brought round fresh piles of letters to add to those already heaped on her table.
He shook his head in perplexity. He was bewildered by the masses of answers, by the apparent universality of impoverishment and hopelessness among Christian ladies of good family.
He could not come himself more than once a day, and the letters arrived by every post; so in the afternoon he sent Herr Klutz, the young cleric of poetic promptings, who had celebrated Anna on her arrival in a poem which for freshness and spontaneousness equalled, he considered, the best sonnets that had ever been written. What a joy it was to a youth of imagination, to a poet who thought his features not unlike Goethe’s, and who regarded it as by no means an improbability that his brain should turn out to be stamped with the same resemblance, to walk daily through the gleaming, whispering forest, swinging his stick and composing snatches not unworthy of her of whom they treated, his face towards the magic Schloss and its enchanted princess, and his pockets full of her letters! Herr Klutz’s coat was clerical, but his brown felt hat and the flower in his buttonhole were typical of the worldliness within. “A poet,” he assured himself often, “is a citizen of the world, and is not to be narrowed down to any one circle or creed.” But he did not expound this view to the good man who was helping him to prepare for the examination that would make him a full-fledged pastor, and received his frequent blessings, and assisted at prayers and intercessions of which he was the subject, with outward decorum.
The first time he brought the letters, Anna received him with her usual kindness; but there was something in his manner that displeased her, whether it was self-assurance, or conceit, or a way he had of looking at her, she could not tell, nor did she waste many seconds trying to decide; but the next day when he came he was not admitted to her presence, nor the next after that, nor for some time to come. This surprised Herr Klutz, who was of Dellwig’s opinion that the most superior woman was not equal to the average man; and take away any advantage of birth or position or wealth that she might possess, why, there she was, only a woman, a creature made to be conquered and brought into obedience to man. Being young and poetic he differed from Dellwig on one point: to Dellwig, woman was a servant; to Klutz, an admirable toy. Clearly such a creature could only be gratified by opportunities of seeing and conversing with members of the opposite sex. The Miss’s conduct, therefore, in allowing her servant to take the letters from him at the door, puzzled him.
He often met Miss Leech and Letty on his way to or from Kleinwalde, and always stopped to speak to them and to teach them a few German sentences and practise his own small stock of English; and from them he easily discovered all that the young woman he favoured with his admiration was doing. Lohm, riding over to Kleinwalde to settle differences between Dellwig and the labourers, or to try offenders, met these three several times, and supposed that Klutz must be courting the governess.
The day Trudi left, Lohm had gone round to Anna and delivered his sister’s message in a slightly embellished form. “You will have everything to do now unassisted,” he said. “I do trust that in any difficulty you will let me help you. If the workmen are insolent, for instance, or if your new servants are dishonest or in any way give you trouble. You know it is my duty as Amtsvorsteher to interfere when such things happen.”
“You are very kind,” said Anna gratefully, looking up at the grave, good face, “but no one is insolent. And look — here is some one who wants to come as companion. It is the first of the answers to that advertisement that pleases me.”
Lohm took the letter and photograph and examined them. “She is a Penheim, I see,” he said. “It is a very good family, but some of its branches have been reduced to poverty, as so many of our old families have been.”
“Don’t you think she would do very well?”
“Yes, if she is and does all she says in her letter. You might propose that she should come at first for a few weeks on trial. You may not like her, and she may not appreciate philanthropic housekeeping.”
Anna laughed. “I am doubly anxious to get someone soon,” she said, “because my sister-in-law wants Letty and Miss Leech.”
Letty and Miss Leech heaved tragic sighs at this; they had no desire whatever to go home.
“Will you not feel rather forlorn when they are gone, and you are quite alone among strangers?”
“I shall miss them, but I don’t mean to be forlorn,” said Anna, smiling.
“The courage of the little thing!” thought Lohm. “Ready to brave anything in pursuit of her ideals. It makes one ashamed of one’s own grumblings and discouragements.”
Anna arranged with Frau von Penheim that she should come at once on a three months’ trial; and immediately this was settled she wrote to Susie to ask what day Letty was to be sent home. She had had no communication with Susie since that angry lady’s departure. To Peter she had written, explaining her plans and her reasons, and her hopes and yearnings, and had received a hasty scrawl in reply dated from Estcourt, conveying his blessing on herself and her scheme. “Susie came straight down here,” he wrote, “because of the Alderton wedding to which she was not asked, and went to bed. You know, my dear little sister, anything that makes you happy contents me. I wish you could have seen your way to benefiting reduced English l
adies, for you are a long way off; but of course you have the house free over there. Don’t let Miss Leech leave you till you are perfectly satisfied with your companion. Yesterday I landed the biggest — —” etc. In a word, Peter, in accordance with his invariable custom, was on her side.
The day before Frau von Penheim was to arrive, Susie’s answer to Anna’s letter came. Here it is: —
“Dear Anna, — Your letter surprised me, though I might have known by now what to expect of you. — Still, I was surprised that you should not even offer to make the one return in your power for all I have done for you. As I feel I have a right to some return I don’t hesitate to tell you that I think you ought to keep Letty for a year or two, or even longer. Even if you kept her till she is eighteen, and dressed her and fed her (don’t feed her too much), it would only be four years; and what are four years I should like to know, compared to the fifteen I had you on my hands? I was talking to Herr Schumpf about her the other day — his bills were so absurd that I made him take something off — and he said by all means let her stay in Germany. Everybody speaks German nowadays, and Letty will pick it up at once in that awful place of yours. I was so ill when I got back that I went to Estcourt, and had to stay in bed for days, the doctor coming every day, and sometimes twice. He said he didn’t wonder, when I told him all I had gone through. Peter was quite sorry for me. Send Miss Leech back. Give her a month’s notice for me the day you get this, and see if you can’t find some German who will go to your place — I can’t remember its wretched name without looking in my address book — and give Letty lessons every day. The rest of the time she can talk German to your twelve victims. I believe masters in Germany only charge about 6d. an hour, so it won’t ruin you. Make her take lots of exercise, and let her ride. She has outgrown her old habit, but German tailors are so cheap that a new one will cost next to nothing, and any horse that shakes her up well will do. I shall be quite happy about her diet, because I know you don’t have anything to eat. I was at the Ennistons’ last night. They seemed very sorry for me being so nearly related to somebody cracked; but after all, as I tell people, I’m not responsible for my husband’s relations. — Your affectionate, Susie Estcourt.
“I have never seen Hilton so upset as she was after that German trip. She cried if anyone looked at her. Poor thing, no wonder. The doctor says she is all nerves.”
The evening meal was in progress at Kleinwalde when this letter came. The dining-room was finished, and it was the first meal served there since its transformation. No one who had seen it on that dark day of Anna’s arrival would have recognised it, so cheerful did it look with its whitewashed walls. There were no dark corners now where china shepherds smiled in vain; the western light filled it, and to a person lately come from Susie’s Hill Street house, it was a refreshment to sit in any place so simple and so clean. Reforms, too, had been made in the food, and the bread was no longer disfigured by caraway seeds. A great bowl of blue hepaticas, fresh from the forest, stood on the table; and the hepaticas were the exact colour of Anna’s eyes. When Letty saw her mother’s handwriting she turned cold. It was the warrant that was to banish her from Eden, casting her back into the outer darkness of the Popular Concerts and the literature lectures. She was in the act of raising a spoonful of pudding to her already opened mouth, when she caught sight of the well-known writing. She hesitated, her hand shook, and finally she laid her spoon down again and pushed her plate back. At the great crises of life who can go on eating pudding? What then was her relief and joy to see her aunt get up, come round to where she was sitting braced to hear the worst, put her arms round her neck, and to feel herself being kissed. “You are going to stay with me after all!” cried Anna delightedly. “Dear little Letty — I should have missed you horribly. Aren’t you glad? Your mother says I’m to keep you for ever so long.”
“Oh, I say — how ripping!” exclaimed Letty; and being a practical person at once resumed and finished her pudding.
Miss Leech, too, looked exceedingly pleased. How could she be anything but pleased at the prospect of staying with a person who was always so kind and thoughtful as Anna? Her feelings, somehow, were never hurt by Anna; Lady Estcourt seemed to have a special knack of jumping on them every time she spoke to her. She knew she ought not to have such sensitive feelings, and felt that it was more her fault than anyone else’s if they were hurt; yet there they were, and being hurt was painful, and living with someone so even tempered as Anna was very peaceful and pleasant. Mr. Jessup would have liked Anna. She wished he could have known her. A higher compliment it was not in Miss Leech’s power to pay.
And when Anna saw the pleasure on Miss Leech’s face, and saw that she thought she was to stay too, she felt that for no sister-in-law in the world would she wipe it out with that month’s notice. She decided to say nothing, but simply to keep her as well as Letty. Her two thousand a year was in her eyes of infinite elasticity. Never having had any money, she had no notion of how far it would go; and she did not hesitate to come to a decision which would probably ultimately oblige her to reduce the number of those persons Susie described as victims.
The next day the companion arrived. Anna went out into the hall to meet her when she heard the approaching wheels of the shepherd-plaid chariot. She felt rather nervous as she watched her emerging from beneath the hood, for she knew how much of the comfort and peace of the twelve would depend on this lady. She felt exceedingly nervous when the lady, immediately upon shaking hands, asked if she could speak to her alone.
“Natürlich,” said Anna, a vague fear lest Fritz, the coachman, should have insulted her on the way coming over her, though she only knew Fritz as the mildest of men.
She led the way into the drawing-room. “Now what is she going to tell me dreadful?” she thought, as she invited her to sit on the sofa, having been instructed by Trudi that that was the place where strangers expected to sit. “Suppose she isn’t going to stay, and I shall have to look for someone all over again? Perhaps the lining of the carriage has been too much for her. Bitte” she said aloud, with an uneasy smile, motioning Frau von Penheim towards the sofa.
The new companion was a big, elderly lady with a sensible face. Her boots were thick, and she wore a mackintosh. She sat down, and looking more attentively at Anna, smiled. Most people who saw her for the first time did that. It was such a change and a pleasure after seeing plain faces, and dull faces, and vain, pretty faces for an indefinite period, to rest one’s eyes on a person so charming yet manifestly preoccupied by other matters than her charms.
“I feel it my duty,” said the lady in German, “before we go any further to tell you the truth.”
This was alarming. The lady’s manner was solemn. Anna inclined her head, and felt scared. She wished that Axel Lohm were somewhere near.
“I see you are young,” continued the lady, “and I presume that you are inexperienced.”
“Not so young,” murmured Anna, who felt particularly young and uncomfortable at that moment, and very unlike the mistress of a house interviewing a companion. “Not so young — twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five? You do not look it. But what is twenty-five?”
Anna did not know, so said nothing.
“My position here would be a responsible one,” continued the lady, scrutinising Anna’s face, and smiling again at what she saw there. “Taking charge of a motherless girl always is. And the circumstances in this case are peculiar.”
“Yes,” said Anna, “they are even more peculiar than you imagine — —” And she was about to explain the approaching advent of the victims, when the lady held up her hand in a masterful way, as though enjoining silence, and said, “First hear me. Through a series of misfortunes I have been reduced to poverty since my husband’s death. But I do not choose to live on the charity of relatives, which is the most unbearable form of charity calling itself by that holy name, and I am determined to work for my bread.”
She paused. Anna could find nothing better to say than “O
h.”
“Out of consideration for my relatives, who are enraged at my resolution, and think I ought to starve quietly on what they choose to give me sooner than make myself conspicuous by working, I have called myself Frau von Penheim. I will not come here under false pretences, and to you, privately, I will confess that my proper title is the Princess Ludwig, of that house.”
She stopped to observe the effect of this announcement. Anna was confounded. A princess was not at all what she wanted. She felt that she had no use whatever for princesses. How could she ever expect one to get up early and see that the twelve received their meat in due season? “Oh,” she said again, and then was silent.
The princess watched her closely. She was very poor, and very anxious to have the place. “‘Oh’ is so English,” she said, smiling to hide her anxiety. “We say ‘ach!”
Anna laughed.
“And do not think that all German princesses are like your English ones,” she went on eagerly. “My father-in-law was raised to the rank of Fürst for services rendered to the state. He had a large family, and my husband was a younger son.”
Still Anna was silent. Then she said “I — I wish — —” and then stopped.
“What do you wish, my dear child?”
“I wish — that I — that you — —”
“That you had known it beforehand? Then you would never have taken me, even on trial,” was the prompt reply.
Anna’s eyes said plainly, “No, I would not.”
“And it is so important that I should find something to do. At first I answered advertisements in my real name, and received my photograph back by the next post. This, and the anger of my family, decided me to drop the title altogether. But I had always resolved that if I did find a place I would confess to my employer. It is a terrible thing to be very poor,” she added, staring straight before her with eyes growing dim at her remembrances.
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