“We were coming!” cried the young heir, excitedly.  “We were coming before we left here to make one last attempt to win your heart.  See, mother, here is my love, my Marietta—­she waits for a friendly word from you.”

Regine gave a long look at the lovers, and a pained expression passed over her face as she saw her son draw Marietta’s head down on his breast, while the girl’s happy, blushing face spoke of trust and love never to be shaken.  Motherly jealousy had a last, sharp struggle against her better nature, and then, conquered by love and justice, disappeared forever.  Frau von Eschenhagen stretched out her hand to the young maiden.

“I have grieved you sorely, Marietta,” she said half aloud, “and have done you great injustice, but you have repaid me by taking my boy from me, my boy, who loved no one but his mother until he met you, and now loves none but you.  I believe that makes us quits.”

“O, Will loves his mother as much as ever,” cried Marietta eagerly.  “I know only too well how much this separation has cost him.”

“Well, there, we will have to endure one another on his account,” Regine responded, with an attempt at joking which was far from successful.  “We will both be anxious enough about him in the days to come, when he is in the field—­ah,” with a deep sigh, “there’ll be sorrow and care enough then.  What do you say, child?  I believe we’ll bear it better together.”

She held out both arms, and in the next moment Marietta lay sobbing upon her breast.  There were tears in the mother’s eyes, too, as she leaned over to kiss her future daughter.  Then she said in her natural sturdy tone: 

“Do not weep.  Keep your head in the air, Marietta.  A soldier’s sweetheart must be brave, remember that.”

“A soldier’s wife,” corrected Willibald, as his face grew bright.  “She is to be a soldier’s wife before I march.”

“Then Marietta will belong by right to Burgsdorf,” said the mother, seemingly not at all surprised at this news, which she took very kindly.  “No demurrers, child.  The young Frau von Eschenhagen has nothing farther to do with Waldhofen except to visit her grandfather.  Or perhaps you are afraid of the stern mother-in-law?  Ah, I know you think he will protect you,” with a nod toward her son, “although he is not at home.  He would even declare war against his own mother if she didn’t meet his little wife with open arms.”

“But she will always do that, I know it,” exclaimed her son, with a happy laugh.  “When my mother once opens her heart, then everything she does is right.”

“Ah, now you can flatter,” said Regine with a reproving glance.  “You will come to your future home at once, Marietta!  As to the management of affairs, you need not bother your head about that.  I’ll take care of everything, for a little thing like you wouldn’t know where to begin, and candidly, I wouldn’t allow any one to have a voice in the management of Burgsdorf while I lived there.  If I decide to live elsewhere that’s another matter; but I can see already that Will will want you to live like a princess all your days.  I can but pray that he’ll return to us whole and sound.”