Philipp received him cordially, yet with evident timidity and embarrassment.
Ulrich too was grave, for he had to inform his companion of his mother's death.
"So that is settled," said the count.

"Your father is a gnarled old tree, a real obstinate Swabian.

It's not his way to forgive and forget." "And did he know that my mother was so near to him, that she was in Aalst." "All, all!" "He will forgive the dead.

Surely, surely he will, if I beseech him, when we are united, if I tell him...." "Poor fellow! You think all this is so easy .-- It is long since I have had so hard a task, yet I must speak plainly.

He will have nothing to do with you, either." "Nothing to do with me ?" cried Ulrich.
"Is he out of his senses?
What sin have I committed, what does he...." "He knows that you are Navarrete, the Eletto of Herenthals, the conqueror of Aalst, and therefore...." "Therefore ?" "Why of course.