Duty had commanded him to mount his steed, but how pale and haggard was his shrewd face, usually so animated! Just in front of the Ortlieb mansion the commander of the German knights rode to his side, and Eva saw how warmly he shook him by the hand, as if he desired to show the old man very cordially his deep sympathy in some sore trouble which had assailed him.
Ever since Wolff's betrothal to Els had been announced the Vorchtels had ceased to be on terms of intimacy with the Ortliebs; but old Herr Berthold, though he himself had probably regarded young Eysvogel as his "Ursel's" future husband, had always treated Eva kindly, and she was not mistaken--tears were glittering on his cheeks in the torchlight.

The sight touched the young girl's inmost heart.

How eagerly she desired to know what had befallen the Vorchtels, and to give the old man some token of sympathy! What could have caused him so much sorrow?
Only a few hours before her father had returned from a gay entertainment at his house.
It could scarcely concern Herr Berthold's wife, his daughter Ursula, or either of his two vigorous sons.

Perhaps death had only bereft him of some more distant, though beloved relative, yet surely she would have known that, for the Ortliebs were connected by marriage both with the old gentleman and his wife.
Tortured by a presentiment of evil, Eva gazed after him, and also watched for Heinz Schorlin among the people in the street.

Must not anxiety for her bring him hither, if he learned how near her house the fire was burning?
Whenever a helmet or knight's baret appeared above the crowd she thought that he was coming.