CHAPTER VIII
"I will lay any wager you like,"said Fritz,when we had come to the end of the letter,"that the wretch who has written this is a woman.""What makes you think so?"
"Because all the false reports about poor Madame Fontaine,when I was at Wurzburg,were traced to women.They envy and hate Minna's mother.She is superior to them in everything;handsome,distinguished,dresses to perfection,possesses all the accomplishments--a star,I tell you,a brilliant star among a set of dowdy domestic drudges.Isn't it infamous,without an atom of evidence against her,to take it for granted that she is guilty?False to her dead husband's confidence in her,a breaker of seals,a stealer of poisons--what an accusation against a defenseless woman!Oh,my poor dear Minna!how she must feel it;she doesn't possess her mother's strength of mind.I shall fly to Wurzburg to comfort her.My father may say what he pleases;I can't leave these two persecuted women without a friend.Suppose the legal decision goes against the widow?How do I know that judgment has not been pronounced already?The suspense is intolerable.Do you mean to tell me I am bound to obey my father,when his conduct is neither just nor reasonable?""Gently,Fritz--gently!"
"I tell you,David,I can prove what I say.Just listen to this.My father has never even seen Minna's mother;he blindly believes the scandals afloat about her--he denies that any woman can be generally disliked and distrusted among her neighbors without some good reason for it.I assure you,on my honor,he has no better excuse for forbidding me to marry Minna than that.Is it just,is it reasonable,to condemn a woman without first hearing what she has to say in her own defense?Ah,now indeed I feel the loss of my own dear mother!If she had been alive she would have exerted her influence,and have made my father ashamed of his own narrow prejudices.My position is maddening;my head whirls when I think of it.If I go to Wurzburg,my father will never speak to me again.If I stay here,I shall cut my throat."There was still a little beer left in the bottom of the second bottle.
Fritz poured it out,with a gloomy resolution to absorb it to the last drop.
I took advantage of this momentary pause of silence to recommend the virtue of patience to the consideration of my friend.News from Wurzburg,I reminded him,might be obtained in our immediate neighborhood by consulting a file of German journals,kept at a foreign coffee-house.By way of strengthening the good influence of this suggestion,I informed Fritz that I expected to be shortly sent to Frankfort,as the bearer of a business communication addressed to Mr.Keller by my aunt;and I offered privately to make inquiries,and (if possible)even to take messages to Wurzburg--if he would only engage to wait patiently for the brighter prospects that might show themselves in the time to come.
I had barely succeeded in tranquilizing Fritz,when my attention was claimed by the more serious and pressing subject of the liberation of Jack Straw.My aunt sent to say that she wished to see me.
I found her at her writing-table,with the head-clerk established at the desk opposite.
Mr.Hartrey was quite as strongly opposed as the lawyer to any meddling with the treatment of mad people on the part of my aunt.But he placed his duty to his employer before all other considerations;and he rendered,under respectful protest,such services as were required of him.He was now engaged in drawing out the necessary memorials and statements,under the instructions of my aunt.Her object in sending for me was to inquire if I objected to making fair copies of the rough drafts thus produced.In the present stage of the affair,she was unwilling to take the clerks at the office into her confidence.As a matter of course,I followed Mr.Hartrey's example,and duly subordinated my own opinions to my aunt's convenience.
On the next day,she paid her promised visit to poor Jack.
The bag which she had committed to his care was returned to her without the slightest injury.Naturally enough,she welcomed this circumstance as offering a new encouragement to the design that she had in view.Mad Jack could not only understand a responsibility,but could prove himself worthy of it.The superintendent smiled,and said,in his finely ironical way,"I never denied,madam,that Jack was cunning."From that date,my aunt's venturesome enterprise advanced towards completion with a rapidity that astonished us.
Applying,in the first instance,to the friend of her late husband,holding a position in the Royal Household,she was met once more by the inevitable objections to her design.She vainly pleaded that her purpose was to try the experiment modestly in the one pitiable case of Jack Straw,and that she would willingly leave any further development of her husband's humane project to persons better qualified to encounter dangers and difficulties than herself.The only concession that she could obtain was an appointment for a second interview,in the presence of a gentleman whose opinion it would be important to consult.He was one of the physicians attached to the Court,and he was known to be a man of liberal views in his profession.Mrs.Wagner would do well,in her own interests,to be guided by his disinterested advice.
Keeping this second appointment,my aunt provided herself with a special means of persuasion in the shape of her husband's diary,containing his unfinished notes on the treatment of insanity by moral influence.
