"If you see her again before your departure, advise her, in my name, to sever it.

She found a friendly welcome and much kindness in that house, and here at least--tell her so--only one faith exists.

A prosperous journey, Sir Knight." The delay caused by this conversation induced Wolf to quicken his pace.
It had grown late, and Erasmus Eckhart had surely been waiting some time for his school friend in the old precentor's house.
This was really the case, but the Wittenberg theologian, whose course of study had ended only a fortnight before, and who, with his long, brown locks and bright blue eyes, still looked like a gay young student, had had no reason to lament the delay.
He was first received by Ursel, who had left her bed and was moving slowly about the room, and how much the old woman had had to tell her young fellow-believer from Wittenberg about Martin Luther, who was now no longer living, and Professor Melanchthon; but Erasmus Eckhart liked to talk with her, for as a schoolmate and intimate friend of Wolf he had paid innumerable visits to the house, and received in winter an apple, in summer a handful of cherries, from her.
The young man was still less disposed to be vexed with Wolf for his delay when Barbara appeared in Ursel's room.

Erasmus had played with her, too, when he was a boy, and they shared a treasure of memories of the fairest portion of life.
When Wolf at last returned and Barbara gave him her hand, Erasmus envied him the affectionate confidence with which it was done.

She was charged with the warmest messages from her father to the knight, and conscientiously delivered them.