Be sensible and come." While uttering the last words, she took Maria's hand and drew her away.
The young wife made no resistance, and though her eyes did not remain dry when she was alone, sleep soon overpowered her.
Towards noon, refreshed by slumber, and newly dressed, she went to the captain's house.

Her own heart was heavy, and compassion for herself and her own fate again had the mastery.

Eva Peterstochter, the fencing-master's widow, a quiet, modest woman, whom she scarcely knew by sight, did not appear.

She was sitting alone in her room, weeping, but Maria found in her house the musician, Wilhelm, who had spoken comforting words to his old friend's son, and promised to take charge of him and make him a good performer.
The burgomaster's wife sent a message to the widow, begging to see her the next day, and then went out into the street with Wilhelm.

Everywhere groups of citizens, women, and journeymen were standing together, talking about what had happened and the coming trouble.