“Geert, I must go there, I must see it,” Effi declared, and both set out at once in order not to be too late.  They chose just the right moment, for as they reached the beach beyond the “Plantation” the first shot was fired and they saw plainly how the rocket with the life line sailed beneath the storm cloud and fell down beyond the ship.  Immediately all hands were astir on board and they used the small line to haul in the heavier hawser with the basket.  Before long the basket returned and one of the sailors, a very handsome, slender man, with an oilcloth hood, was safe on land.  He was plied with questions by the inquisitive spectators, while the basket made another trip to fetch the second man, then the third, and so on.  All were rescued, and as Effi walked home with her husband a half hour later she felt like throwing herself on the sand and having a good cry.  A beautiful emotion had again found lodgment in her heart and she was immeasurably happy that it was so.

This occurred on the 3d.  On the 5th a new excitement was experienced, of an entirely different kind, to be sure.  On his way out of the council house Innstetten had met Gieshuebler, who, by the way, was an alderman and a member of the magistracy.  In conversation with him Innstetten had learned that the ministry of war had inquired what attitude the city authorities would assume in case the question of a garrison were raised.  If they showed their willingness to meet the necessary conditions, viz., to build stables and barracks, they might be granted two squadrons of hussars.  “Well, Effi, what do you say about it?” Effi looked as though struck dumb.  All the innocent happiness of her childhood years was suddenly brought back to her and for a moment it seemed as though red hussars—­for these were to be red hussars, like those at home in Hohen-Cremmen—­were the true guardians of Paradise and innocence.  Still she remained silent.

“Why, you aren’t saying anything, Effi.”

“Strangely, I’m not, Geert.  But it makes me so happy that I cannot speak for joy.  Is it really going to be?  Are they truly going to come?”

“It is a long way off yet.  In fact, Gieshuebler said the city fathers, his colleagues, didn’t deserve it at all.  Instead of simply being unanimous and happy over the honor, or if not over the honor, at least over the advantage, they had brought forward all sorts of ‘ifs’ and ‘buts,’ and had been niggardly about the buildings.  In fact, Confectioner Michelsen had gone so far as to say it would corrupt the morals of the city, and whoever had a daughter would better be forehanded and secure iron grills for his windows.”

“That is incredible.  I have never seen more mannerly people than our hussars.  Really, Geert.  Well, you know so yourself.  And so this Michelsen wants to protect everything with iron bars.  Has he any daughters?”

“Certainly.  Three, in fact.  But they are all out of the race.”