In the night, she would start up, and feel about her hurriedly, to make sure that Wilhelm was there.

She would not let him go a step out of the house without her.

She even accompanied him to the National Library, and while he read or made notes, she sat beside him apparently occupied with a book, but in reality never taking her eye off him.

She made no more visits except to the houses where she could take Wilhelm with her.

She had curious jealous fancies, examining, for instance, with great care every letter that came for him, lest the address should be in a feminine hand.