he had caught cold.
But Mathilde stayed at home. Desiree sent Lisa to the shops in the
Langenmarkt, which is the centre of business and gossip in Dantzig. Lisa
always brought home the latest news. Mathilde came to the kitchen to
seek something when the messenger returned. She heard Lisa tell Desiree
that a few more stragglers had come in, but they brought no news of the
General. The house seemed lonely now that Barlasch was gone.

Throughout the night the sound of sleigh-bells could be faintly
heard through the double windows, though no sleigh passed through the
Frauengasse. A hundred times the bells seemed to come closer, and always
Desiree was ready behind the curtains to see the light flash past into
the Pfaffengasse. With a shiver of suspense she crept back to bed to
await the next alarm. In the early morning, long before it was light,
the dull thud of steps on the trodden snow called her to the window
again. She caught her breath as she drew back the curtain; for through
the long watches of the night she had imagined every possible form of
return.

This must be Barlasch. Louis and Barlasch must, of course, have met Rapp
on his homeward journey. On finding Charles, they had sent Barlasch back
in advance to announce the safety of Desiree's husband. Louis would, of
course, not come to Dantzig. He would go north to Russia, to Reval, and
perhaps home to England--never to return.

But it was not Barlasch. It was a woman who staggered past under a
burden of firewood which she had collected in the woods of Schottland,
and did not dare to carry through the streets by day.

At last the clocks struck six, and, soon after, Lisa's heavy footstep
made the stairs creak and crack.

Desiree went downstairs before daylight. She could hear Mathilde astir
in her room, and the light of candles was visible under her door.
Desiree busied herself with household affairs.

"I have not slept," said Lisa bluntly, "for thinking that your husband
might return, and fearing that we should make him wait in the street.
But without doubt you would have heard him."

"Yes, I should have heard him."

"If it had been my husband, I should have been at the window all night,"
said Lisa, with a gay laugh--and Desiree laughed too.

Mathilde seemed a long time in coming, and when at length she appeared
Desiree could scarcely repress a movement of surprise. Mathilde was
dressed, all in her best, as for a fete.

At breakfast Lisa brought the news t