y of judgment!"

Then she hastily slipped the bolt back again, darted past Pyramus Kogel,
who did not know what had befallen him, without vouchsafing him a single
glance, and then, with haughty composure, descended the stairs.

The officer, incapable of uttering a word, gazed after her.

The feeling that attracted him to Barbara was something entirely new,
which since the last dance at the New Scales had robbed him of sleep by
night and rest by day. He had fallen under her spell, body and soul, and
he, whose business took him from city to city, from country to country,
had resolved, ere he accosted Barbara in the street, to give up the
free, gay life which he enjoyed with the eager zest of youth, and seek
her hand in marriage.

Her first rebuff had by no means discouraged him; nay, the handsome,
spoiled soldier was firmly convinced that her ungracious treatment was
not due to his proposal, but to its certainly ill-chosen place. A wife
of such rigid austerity would suit him, for he would often be compelled
to leave her a long time alone.

When he heard the day before that he would find her among Peter
Schlumperger's guests in Prufening, he had joined them, as if by
accident, toward evening, and Barbara had danced with him twice.

In the schwabeln she had trusted herself to his guidance even longer
than usual, and with what perfect time, with what passionate enjoyment
she had whirled around with him under the sway of the intense excitement
which had mastered her! He imagined that he felt her heart throb against
his own breast, and had surrendered himself to the hope that it was
newly awakened love for him which had deprived her of her calm bearing.

True, she had refused his company on the way home, but this was probably
because she was afraid of being gossipped about in connection with him.

Well satisfied with his success, he had gone to Red Cock Street the
next morning to renew his suit. On the way he met her father, and in the
Black Bear had tried on the old warrior, with excellent success, the art
of winning other men, in which, as a recruiting officer, he had become
an adept.

Joyously confident of victory, he had accepted Blomberg's invitation,
and now had experienced an unprecedentedly mortifying rebuff.

With a face blanched to the pallor of death, he stood before the old
man. The wound which he had received burned so fiercely, and paralyzed
his will so completely, that the clumsy graybeard found fittin