eturned again to Mr. Keller, leading my
mother by the hand."
Minna's voice faltered; she stopped at the most interesting part of her
narrative.
"What did Mr. Keller say?" I asked.
"There was silence in the room," Minna answered softly. "I heard nothing
except the ticking of the clock."
"But you must have seen something?"
"No, David. I couldn't help it--I was crying. After a while, my mother
put her arm round me and led me to Mr. Keller. I dried my eyes as well as
I could, and saw him again. His head was bent down on his breast--his
hands hung helpless over the arms of the chair--it was dreadful to see
him so overwhelmed by shame and sorrow! 'What can I do?' he groaned to
himself. 'God help me, what can I do?' Mamma spoke to him--so sweetly and
so prettily--'You can give this poor girl of mine a kiss, sir; the new
servant who has waited on you is my daughter Minna.' He looked up
quickly, and drew me to him. 'I can make but one atonement, my dear,' he
said--and then he kissed me, and whispered, 'Send for Fritz.' Oh, don't
ask me to tell you any more, David; I shall only begin crying again--and
I am so happy!"
She left me to write to Fritz by that night's post. I tried vainly to
induce her to wait a little. We had no electric telegraphs at our
disposal, and we were reduced to guessing at events. But there was
certainly a strong probability that Fritz might have left London
immediately on the receipt of Mr. Engelman's letter, announcing that his
father was dangerously ill. In this case, my letter, despatched by the
next mail to relieve his anxiety, would be left unopened in London; and
Fritz might be expected to arrive (if he traveled without stopping) in
the course of the next day or two. I put this reasonable view of the
matter to Minna, and received a thoroughly irrational and womanly reply.
"I don't care, David; I shall write to him, for all that."
"Why?"
"Because I like writing to him.
"What! whether he receives your letter or not?"
"Whether he receives it or not," she answered saucily, "I shall have the
pleasure of writing to him--that is all I want."
She covered four pages of note-paper, and insisted on posting them
herself.
The next morning Mr. Keller was able, with my help and Mr. Engelman's, to
get downstairs to the sitting-room. We were both with him, when Madame
Fontaine came in.
"Well," he asked, "have you brought it with you?"
She handed to him a sealed envelope, and then tur
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