may escape her snares he will fall into those of another.  Oh!  I know him; and I feel in my soul that his fate will be to dally with one and another in delights and raptures, till the Saints fulfil my heart’s chiefest desire, and he comes to despair and anguish and want, and the scrivener’s wench breaks her heart under my very eyes with pining and sheer shame.  Away, away, Herdegen Schopper!  Go forth to joy and to misery!  Go-with your pale black-haired mate.  Revel and wallow, till you, who have trampled on this heart’s true love, are brought low—­as loathsome in the eyes of men as a leper and a beggar.”

And she shook the dresser so that the precious glass cup which the German merchants of the Fondaco at Venice had given to my father at his departing, fell to the floor and was broken to pieces with a loud crash.

We had hearkened to her ravings as though spellbound and frozen; and when we at last took heart to put an end to her wild talk, lo, she was gone, and flying down the stairs with long strides.

Herdegen, who had turned pale, struggled to command himself.  Cousin Maud, who had lost her breath with dismay, burst into loud weeping; the wild maid’s curse had fallen heavy on her soul.  I alone kept my senses, so far as to go to the window and look out at her.  I saw her walking along, hanging her head; the serving man carried the lantern before her, and the Bohemian was speaking close in her ear.

When I came back into the chamber Cousin Maud had her arm round Herdegen, and was saying to him, with many tears, that the curse of the wicked had no power over a pious and faithful Christian; yet he quitted her in haste to seek Ann, who doubtless would have stayed in the next chamber, and perchance needed his succor.  Howbeit the door was opened, and we could scarce believe our eyes when she came in with that same roguish smile which she was wont to wear when, in playing hide-and-seek, she had stolen home past the seeker, and she cried:  “Thank the Virgin that the air is clear once more!  You may laugh, but in truth I fled up to the very garret for sheer dread of Mistress Tetzel.  Did she come to fetch her bridegroom?”

Herdegen could not refrain from smiling at this question, and we likewise did the same; even Cousin Maud, who till this moment had sat on the couch like one crushed, with her feet stretched out before her, made a face and cried:  “To fetch him!  Ursula who has caught the Bohemian!  She is a monster!  Were ever such doings seen in our good town?—­And her mother was so wise, so worthy a woman!  And the hussy is but nineteen!—­Merciful Father, what will she be at forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked!” And thus she went on for some while.

Ere long we forgot Ursula and all the hateful to-do, and passed the precious hours in much content, till after midnight, when the Pernharts sent to fetch Ann home.  Herdegen and I would walk with her.  After a grievous yet hopeful leave-taking I came home again, leaning on his arm, through the cool autumn night.