because i've chosen you
It had been a long day for Melchior. He'd asked Ilse to spend the day with Wendla so that he could get away for a while without raising suspicion.
He was still a little shocked at what he'd been able to accomplish. He'd been accused and berated, called a name or two, all of which he'd expected. All of which he probably deserved to some extent. What he hadn't counted on, though, was the quiet understanding of Wendla's father. He knew he owed a great deal of his success today to him.
Thus, he made it home in one piece that night, highly conscious of the contents of his waistcoat pocket. He searched the house for Wendla, his heart already pounding.
"Wendla?"
He was still a little shocked at what he'd been able to accomplish. He'd been accused and berated, called a name or two, all of which he'd expected. All of which he probably deserved to some extent. What he hadn't counted on, though, was the quiet understanding of Wendla's father. He knew he owed a great deal of his success today to him.
Thus, he made it home in one piece that night, highly conscious of the contents of his waistcoat pocket. He searched the house for Wendla, his heart already pounding.
"Wendla?"