In half an hour I shall turn my back on this good city."

"Go then--just as you choose--Or is the young lady taking you in tow?
Nobleman's son and nobleman's daughter! Like to like--Yet, no; there has
been nothing between you. Her heart is good, but I should wish you
another wife than that Popish Everyday-different."

"So Henrica has told you--"

"She has just gone. Dear me-she has her relatives outside; and we--it's
hard to divide a plum into twelve pieces. I said farewell to her
cheerfully; but you, Georg, you--"

"I shall take her out of the city, and then--you won't blame me for it--
then I shall make my way through to the Beggars."

"The Beggars! That's a different matter, that's right. You'll be in
your proper place there! Cheer up, Junker, and go forth boldly? Give me
your hand, and if you meet my boy--he commands a ship of his own.--Dear
me, I remember something. You can wait a moment longer. Come here,
Trautchen. The woollen stockings I knit for him are up in the painted
chest. Make haste and fetch them. He may need them on the water in the
damp autumn weather. You'll take them with you?"

"Willingly, most willingly; and now let me thank you for all your
kindness. You have been like an own mother to me." Georg clasped the
widow's hand, and neither attempted to conceal how dear each had become
to the other and how hard it was to part. Trautchen had given Barbara
the stockings, and many tears fell upon them, while the widow was bidding
the Junker farewell. When she noticed they were actually wet, she waved