I had remained with Minna,and was not in a position to see how her mother looked.Mr.Engelman's face,as he stretched out his hands entreatingly to stop Madame Fontaine,told me that the fierce passions hidden deep in the woman's nature had risen to the surface and shown themselves."Oh,dear lady!dear lady!"cried the simple old man,"Don't look like that!It's only Keller's temper--he will soon be himself again."Without answering him,without looking at him,she lifted her hand,and put him back from her as if he had been a troublesome child.With her firm graceful step,she resumed her progress along the hall to the room at the end,and knocked sharply at the door.
Mr.Keller's voice answered from within,"Who is there?""Madame Fontaine,"said the widow."I wish to speak to you.""I decline to receive Madame Fontaine."
"In that case,Mr.Keller,I will do myself the honor of writing to you.""I refuse to read your letter."
"Take the night to think of it,Mr.Keller,and change your mind in the morning."She turned away,without waiting for a reply,and joined us at the outer end of the hall.
Minna advanced to meet her,and kissed her tenderly."Dear,kind mamma,you are doing this for my sake,"said the grateful girl."I am ashamed that you should humble yourself--it is so useless!""It shall _not_be useless,"her mother answered."If fifty Mr.Kellers threatened your happiness,my child,I would brush the fifty out of your way.Oh,my darling,my darling!"Her voice--as firm as the voice of a man,while she declared her resolution--faltered and failed her when the last words of endearment fell from her lips.She drew Minna to her bosom,and embraced in silent rapture the one creature whom she loved.When she raised her head again she was,to my mind,more beautiful than I had ever yet seen her.The all-ennobling tears of love and grief filled her eyes.Knowing the terrible story that is still to be told,let me do that miserable woman justice.Hers was not a wholly corrupted heart.It was always in Minna's power to lift her above her own wickedness.When she held out the hand that had just touched her daughter to Mr.Engelman,it trembled as if she had been the most timid woman living.
"Good night,dear friend,"she said to him;"I am sorry to have been the innocent cause of this little embarrassment."Simple Mr.Engelman put his handkerchief to his eyes;never,in all his life,had he been so puzzled,so frightened,and so distressed.He kissed the widow's hand."Do let me see you safe home!"he said,in tones of the tenderest entreaty.
"Not to-night,"she answered.He attempted a faint remonstrance.Madame Fontaine knew perfectly well how to assert her authority over him--she gave him another of those tender looks which had already become the charm of his life.Mr.Engelman sat down on one of the hall chairs completely overwhelmed."Dear and admirable woman!"I heard him say to himself softly.
Taking leave of me in my turn,the widow dropped my hand,struck,to all appearance,by a new idea.
"I have a favor to ask of you,David,"she said."Do you mind going back with us?"As a matter of course I took my hat,and placed myself at her service.
Mr.Engelman got on his feet,and lifted his plump hands in mute and melancholy protest."Don't be uneasy,"Madame Fontaine said to him,with a faint smile of contempt."David doesn't love me!"I paused for a moment,as I followed her out,to console Mr.Engelman.
"She is old enough to be my mother,sir,"I whispered;"and this time,at any rare,she has told you the truth."Hardly a word passed between us on our way through the streets and over the bridge.Minna was sad and silent,thinking of Fritz;and whatever her mother might have to say to me,was evidently to be said in private.
Arrived at the lodgings,Madame Fontaine requested me to wait for her in the shabby little sitting-room,and graciously gave me permission to smoke."Say good night to David,"she continued,turning to her daughter.
"Your poor little heart is heavy to-night,and mamma means to put you to bed as if you were a child again.Ah!me,if those days could only come back!"After a short absence the widow returned to me,with a composed manner and a quiet smile.The meeting with Mr.Keller seemed to have been completely dismissed from her thoughts,in the brief interval since I had seen her last.
"We often hear of parents improving their children,"she said."It is my belief that the children quite as often improve the parents.I have had some happy minutes with Minna--and (would you believe it?)I am already disposed to forgive Mr.Keller's brutality,and to write to him in a tone of moderation,which must surely have its effect.All Minna's doing--and my sweet girl doesn't in the least suspect it herself!If you ever have children of your own,David,you will understand me and feel for me.In the meantime,I must not detain you by idle talk--I must say plainly what I want of you."She opened her writing-desk and took up a pen."If Iwrite to Mr.Keller under your own eye,do you object to take charge of my letter?"I hesitated how to answer.To say the least of it,her request embarrassed me.
"I don't expect you to give it to Mr.Keller personally,"she explained.
"It is of very serious importance to me"(she laid a marked emphasis on those words)"to be quite sure that my letter has reached him,and that he has really had the opportunity of reading it.If you will only place it on his desk in the office,with your own hand,that is all I ask you to do.For Minna's sake,mind;not for mine!"For Minna's sake,I consented.She rose directly,and signed to me to take her place at the desk.
