"But let him open them quite by himself, please; no a.s.sistance, I do beg!" the captain interrupted.

"Of course, Fatty, quite by himself."

"But, Klare, how about that episode of the Gropphusen? That was a bit off the rails, wasn"t it?"

"Nothing of the kind. Nothing but a mere pa.s.sing flirtation."

Guntz shook his head thoughtfully.

"No, Klare," he replied. "I understand Reimers. He would never have anything to do with mere pa.s.sing flirtations. It is just the dear fellow"s misfortune that he takes everything so d.a.m.ned seriously. It went pretty deep with him that time with the Gropphusen; you can believe me as to that."

"Still, one does not cling for all eternity to such a useless sort of business."

Guntz was not quite convinced.

"Well, we must hope not," he said. "And, really, the two would suit each other excellently."

Walking up and down the room he continued: "Yes, in all respects.

Reimers has an income of about seventy thousand marks, and the colonel would certainly be able to give his daughter a bit of money without having to pinch himself. I should say about twenty thousand. True, he is no Crsus; but then he will soon be made a general. Our dear Reimers will have to keep his pa.s.sion for books in check. Yes, yes! The thing would answer admirably."

He stood still and knocked the ash off his cigar.

"Why are you laughing, you sly little woman?" he asked, glancing down at her.

"How funny you are, Fatty!" Klare answered. "You accuse me quite sternly of the worst intentions, and then you make plan after plan, and even begin to reckon up their joint income!"

But Guntz parried the accusation gallantly:

"Just another compliment for you, my Klare. Only happy couples try to bring about other marriages."

A short time afterwards, without any prompting from the Guntzes, Reimers said to his stout friend: "Guntz, doesn"t it strike you that Mariechen Falkenhein is a very nice girl?"

Guntz leant back in his chair reflectively, and answered: "A nice girl?

how do you mean? Certainly she has a pretty face, her eyes are especially sweet, and she has a good figure. Just a little too slight.

For my taste, of course I mean."

"No," replied Reimers, "I don"t mean that so much. Certainly she is pretty. But, after all, that"s a secondary matter. I mean more the effect of her personality. There seems to be something so sure, so comfortable, so restful about her. Don"t you think so?"

"Well, you know, I have not made such detailed observations. But I daresay you are right. And I should say that she will make a splendid wife some day. Quick and accurate, without a trace of superficiality, with a strong instinct for housewifely order; a simple, clear, shrewd intellect--the man who wins her for his wife will be a lucky fellow!"

Reimers unconsciously drew himself up a little, and he said doubtfully:

"But surely she is still much too young."

"Not a bit," replied Guntz. "She will be eighteen in the autumn, and she is not even engaged yet. And after that there would be the betrothal time of the educated European--not less than six months.

Well, that would bring her nearly up to twenty, and at twenty a woman in our geographical area is quite eligible for marriage."

Reimers appeared to meditate upon this. Finally, however, he only replied by a prolonged "H"m," and dropped the subject.

But the ladies of the regiment had soon a fresh subject for gossip.

Lieutenant Reimers was paying his addresses to Marie Falkenhein. There was no doubt that his intentions were serious. Well, he had no rivals to fear. Falkenhein was poor every one knew that. He could have very little income beyond his pay. And his daughter? Oh, yes, she was a pretty, graceful creature; but she was not brilliantly beautiful, and therefore could not have any very great expectations. No question of anything beyond just a suitable and satisfactory marriage in the service.

From this time onward the matter was almost regarded as settled; and in the garrison gossip Marie von Falkenhein and Lieutenant Reimers were soon spoken of as though their betrothal had been already announced.

Naturally the interesting news was eagerly carried to Frau von Gropphusen, and she was narrowly watched for the effect of the communication; but nothing could be detected. No flinching, no pauses in the conversation, no alteration in the expression of her face or of her voice. What a pity that there was no theatre in the town, when they so thoroughly enjoyed such little dramas!

Hannah Gropphusen did not discontinue her visits to Frau Guntz. She came neither more rarely nor more frequently. She seemed to have regained self-control.

Frau Klare"s birthday was celebrated in the arbour of the Falkenheins"

garden, by the second _Maibowle_ of the season. They had drunk to the health of the birthday-queen, and were just sitting down again when there was the tinkle of a bicycle-bell outside in the street. The soft sound of the quick wheels came nearer, and just in front of the garden there was the thud of a light pair of feet jumping to the ground.

A clear voice, which would have sounded merry, but that for the moment it seemed a little breathless, called up to the arbour: "Hurrah!

hurrah! And for the third time hurrah! Can one get anything to drink here?"

Guntz hurried to the bal.u.s.trade.

"My dear lady!" he exclaimed astonished. "Certainly you can! There"s still lots left."

He turned round: "Pardon me, sir, but here"s Frau von Gropphusen."

Falkenhein went quickly to his side: "Do give us the pleasure of your company, dear Frau von Gropphusen. I will have your bicycle taken in at once."

He went to the gate and conducted Frau von Gropphusen to the arbour.

Guntz had already placed a chair at the table for her and poured out a gla.s.s of _Maibowle_.

"Who rides so late through night and wind?" asked Klare merrily, holding out her hand cordially to the new arrival.

Hannah Gropphusen greeted the festive circle with a bright smile, and replied: "Do forgive me, Colonel von Falkenhein. The lights and the festivity in your arbour were too inviting."

She raised her gla.s.s, and drank to Klare Guntz: "To your happiness, dear Frau Klare, from the bottom of my heart."

"I have been delayed at Frau von Stuckardt"s," she then said; "or, rather, Frau von Stuckardt would not let me leave."

"Stuckardt told me," interrupted the colonel, "that his wife was not well."

"Yes, she has got the old pain in her face back again, which no doctor can relieve, and that was why I had to stay so long. I had to keep my hands on her cheeks. She says I have soothing hands and can do her good."

Reimers looked across at her. She was sitting a little in the shadow, so that her white straw hat and light blouse stood out distinctly. On her bosom sparkled a small diamond. Only the tip of her foot was visible in the lamplight, a beautiful, narrow, elegantly-shod foot, which was swinging rapidly backwards and forwards.

To avoid catching her eye, Reimers turned to Marie Falkenhein, his neighbour. The _Maibowle_ had got into his head a little. He chatted away cheerfully, the young girl listening with flushed cheeks and radiant eyes, and answering laughingly from time to time. They neither of them noticed that meanwhile Frau von Gropphusen had emptied her gla.s.s and was preparing to go.

"Many thanks," she said. "I was nearly fainting. The _Maibowle_ has done me good. But it"s getting late; I must go home."

"Of course they are expecting you at home?" asked Falkenhein.

Hannah Gropphusen laughed rather bitterly.