This was one view of the case.I must own,however,that another impression had been produced on me.Something in Madame Fontaine's manner suggested that she might not be quite so modest in her demands on my aunt,when they met at Frankfort,as she had led me to believe.I was vexed with myself for having spoken too unreservedly,and was quite at a loss to decide what I ought to say in answer to the appeal that had been made to me.In this state of perplexity I was relieved by a welcome interruption.Minna's voice reached us from the landing outside."I have both hands engaged,"she said;"please let me in."I ran to the door.The widow laid her finger on her lips."Not a word,mind,to Minna!"she whispered."We understand each other--don't we?"I said,"Yes,certainly."And so the subject was dropped for the rest of the evening.
The charming girl came in carrying the tea-tray.She especially directed my attention to a cake which she had made that day with her own hands."Ican cook,"she said,"and I can make my own dresses--and if Fritz is a poor man when he marries me,I can save him the expense of a servant."Our talk at the tea-table was,I dare say,too trifling to be recorded.Ionly remember that I enjoyed it.Later in the evening,Minna sang to me.
I heard one of those simple German ballads again,not long since,and the music brought the tears into my eyes.
The moon rose early that night.When I looked at my watch,I found that it was time to go.Minna was at the window,admiring the moonlight."On such a beautiful night,"she said,"it seems a shame to stay indoors.Do let us walk a part of the way back with Mr.David,mamma!Only as far as the bridge,to see the moon on the river."Her mother consented,and we three left the house together.
Arrived at the bridge,we paused to look at the view.But the clouds were rising already,and the moonlight only showed itself at intervals.Madame Fontaine said she smelt rain in the air,and took her daughter's arm to go home.I offered to return with them as far as their own door;but they positively declined to delay me on my way back.It was arranged that Ishould call on them again in a day or two.
Just as we were saying good-night,the fitful moonlight streamed out brightly again through a rift in the clouds.At the same moment a stout old gentleman,smoking a pipe,sauntered past us on the pavement,noticed me as he went by,stopped directly,and revealed himself as Mr.Engelman.
"Good-night,Mr.David,"said the widow.The moon shone full on her as she gave me her hand;Minna standing behind her in the shadow.In a moment more the two ladies had left us.
Mr.Engelman's eyes followed the smoothly gliding figure of the widow,until it was lost to view at the end of the bridge.He laid his hand eagerly on my arm."David!"he said,"who is that glorious creature?""Which of the two ladies do you mean?"I asked,mischievously.
"The one with the widow's cap,of course!"
"Do you admire the widow,sir?"
"Admire her!"repeated Mr.Engelman."Look here,David!"He showed me the long porcelain bowl of his pipe."My dear boy,she has done what no woman ever did with me yet--she has put my pipe out!"
CHAPTER XI
There was something so absurd in the association of Madame Fontaine's charms with the extinction of Mr.Engelman's pipe,that I burst out laughing.My good old friend looked at me in grave surprise.
"What is there to laugh at in my forgetting to keep my pipe alight?"he asked."My whole mind,David,was absorbed in that magnificent woman the instant I set eyes on her.The image of her is before me at this moment--an image of an angel in moonlight.Am I speaking poetically for the first time in my life?I shouldn't wonder.I really don't know what is the matter with me.You are a young man,and perhaps you can tell.
Have I fallen in love,as the saying is?"He took me confidentially by the arm,before I could answer this formidable question."Don't tell friend Keller!"he said,with a sudden outburst of alarm."Keller is an excellent man,but he has no mercy on sinners.I say,David!couldn't you introduce me to her?"Still haunted by the fear that I had spoken too unreservedly during my interview with the widow,I was in the right humor to exhibit extraordinary prudence in my intercourse with Mr.Engelman.
"I couldn't venture to introduce you,"I said;"the lady is living here in the strictest retirement.""At any rate,you can tell me her name,"pleaded Mr.Engelman."I dare say you have mentioned it to Keller?""I have done nothing of the sort.I have reasons for saying nothing about the lady to Mr.Keller."Well,you can trust me to keep the secret,David.Come!I only want to send her some flowers from my garden.She can't object to that.Tell me where I am to send my nosegay,there's a dear fellow."I dare say I did wrong--indeed,judging by later events,I _know_I did wrong.But I could not view the affair seriously enough to hold out against Mr.Engelman in the matter of the nosegay.He started when Imentioned the widow's name.
"Not the mother of the girl whom Fritz wants to marry?"he exclaimed.
"Yes,the same.Don't you admire Fritz's taste?Isn't Miss Minna a charming girl?""I can't say,David.I was bewitched--I had no eyes for anybody but her mother.Do you think Madame Fontaine noticed me?""Oh,yes.I saw her look at you."
"Turn this way,David.The effect of the moonlight on you seems to make you look younger.Has it the same effect on me?How old should you guess me to be to-night?Fifty or sixty?""Somewhere between the two,sir."
(He was close on seventy.But who could have been cruel enough to say so,at that moment?)My answer proved to be so encouraging to the old gentleman that he ventured on the subject of Madame Fontaine's late husband."Was she very fond of him,David?What sort of man was he?"I informed him that I had never even seen Dr.Fontaine;and then,by way of changing the topic,inquired if I was too late for the regular supper-hour at Main Street.
