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Manor-House Farmer’s Vefela
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No one had any suspicions except Nero, who was tied in the yard, and who barked all night as if a thief had got into the house.
Life and death were both busy in that house that night. The next morning the manor-house farmer lay dead in his bed: the palsy had struck him.
None could understand why it was that Vefela raved like a maniac by the bedside of her father. Usually so calm and moderate, she could not be made to hear reason now.
The estate was again purchased by a baron, and the farmers bore their feudal burdens without a murmur.
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Vefela moved to Ergenzingen, to live with her brother Melchior. Nobody accompanied her from the village except Nero. Agatha died soon after her father, and people whispered that Vefela would marry her brother-in-law; but that was out of the question. Brenner came to Ergenzingen several times every week. He must have raised money in some way or other, for he was always showily dressed, and had a peculiar confidence, almost amounting to arrogance, in his behavior to Vefela as well as to others. He gave them all to understand that he must be addressed as “Doctor.” Vefela did not quite understand it all, but she did not complain, as she had made him acquainted with her situation.
Melchior had a man employed whose name was Wendel,–a stalwart, hard-working fellow, who shared all Nero’s friendships and enmities. He loved the dog because the dog hated Brenner, and loved him doubly for his devotion to Vefela. In Germany, polite people address each other as “they;” equals on intimate terms are the “thee” and “thou;” and superiors sometimes undertake to address inferiors as “he” or “she.” Brenner had once addressed Wendel as “he;” and this gave the latter, what he had long desired, a pretext for hating the “beard-scraper” like poison. In spite of this, however, he never objected to hunting him up in town, even late at night, whenever Vefela took the trouble to say, “Wendel, won’t you, please?” Then he trudged along, and Nero ran with him, and they brought the doctor a letter from Vefela. Sometimes, when he had ploughed all day and was more tired than his horses, it cost Vefela but a word to make him hook up again and take Brenner to town through storm and darkness.
One Saturday night Vefela said to Wendel in the yard, “To-morrow you must be so kind as to drive to Horb early in the morning and bring Brenner here.”
“Is it true,” asked Wendel, “that you are going to be betrothed to him?”
“Yes.”
“Take my advice and don’t do it. There are honest farmers in the world enough.”
Vefela replied, “You can’t forgive Brenner for having said ‘he’ to you.” She had intended to say more, but checked herself, not wishing to offend the poor fellow. To herself she said, “It is shocking how stupid and obstinate these farmers are,” and congratulated herself on having got over all that. Notwithstanding his demurrer, Wendel was on the road long before daybreak.
Vefela and Brenner were now publicly betrothed, and people gossiped a good deal about it, some even hinting that Brenner had given the manor-house farmer a drink of which he died, as he had refused his consent to the match. So over-cunning is foul-mouthed suspicion.
The first change to which Vefela was now forced to submit was a very sad one. Brenner sent a seamstress from the town to fit dresses for her. Vefela felt like a recruit who is no longer his own master, and is forced to wear any clothes brought to him, because the lot has picked him out; but she submitted without a word. Next Sunday, when she had to put on the new dresses, she stood weeping beside the seamstress, and took a sad farewell of every piece. The skirt was particularly hard to part with: her mother had given it to her when she was confirmed, and had told her to go in it to the altar when she married. It is a great defect in a city lady’s dress that it cannot be put on or off without the assistance of a servant. Vefela shuddered as the seamstress fumbled about her. Her hair was braided and put up in a comb; and, when all was done, Vefela could not help laughing as she looked at herself in the window and made herself a reverential bow.