But why?
Because of Ermentrude or because of herself?
Alas! she could recall nothing which would answer that.

They were much together; he had scarcely ever seen them separate.

It might be either----Hardly alive from suspense, she watched him coming--coming.

In a moment he would be upon them.

On which would his eyes linger?
That would tell the tale.
In an anguish of ungovernable shyness, she slipped behind the ample figure of her friend till only her fluttering skirt betrayed her presence.