less spirit is oppressed by a sense of the precariousness and the cruelty of existence.
When they ascended to the deck the skies were lighter than they had been for many weeks; the fog had cleared, so that, in the distance, the towers of Neusatz and the fortress of Peterwardein were visible; vapour still hung over the vast Hungarian plain, but the Danube was clear and the affluents of it had sunk to their usual level.
'You really go to-night?' she said, as they looked down the river.
'There is no need for me to stay; the town is safe, and you are well, you say. If there be anything I can still do, command me.'
She smiled a little and let her eye meet his for a moment.
'Well, if I command you to remain then, will you do so as my viceroy? I want to return home; Aunt Ottilie grows daily more anxious, more alarmed, but I cannot leave these poor souls all alone with their priests, and their rabbi, who are all as timid as sheep and as stupid. Will you stay in the castle and govern them, and help them till they recover from their fright? It is much to ask, I know, but you have already done so much for Idrac that I am bold to ask you to do more?'
He coloured with a mingled emotion.
