CHAPTER XXIII.
The spring storms were sweeping over the plains when Anton was recalled.
The winter had been a laborious and anxious season.

He had often traveled in frost and snow through devastated districts far into the east and south.

Every where he had seen mournful sights, burnt castles, disturbed trade, insecurity, famine, brutality, and burning party hate.
"When will he come ?" asked Sabine.
"In a few hours, by the next train," replied her brother.
Sabine sprang up and seized her bunch of keys.

"And the maids are not yet ready; I must look after things myself.

Let him spend the evening with us, Traugott; we women must see something of him." Her brother laughed.