estants. I am thankful that our friend
Diedrich escaped; he would certainly otherwise have been seized."

"Oh, Father! I wish you would try and escape too," said Gretchen; "I
will accompany you. We can go to England, that land of liberty. If you
cannot take any of your wealth with you, I will labour for you there.
Surely we shall find friends there, and need not have any fear of
starving."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Caspar
Gaill was announced. Both the merchant and his daughter received him
coldly. He came dressed in gay attire, and seemed to consider himself
in the light of a favoured suitor. Now he spoke to Gretchen, now he
turned to her father. Again he turned to the young lady, and urged her
to promise to be his.

"You know not the danger to which you are exposed," he observed. "As
the wife of a well-known Catholic you will be safe, and I may be able to
protect your father. At present he is in great peril. I do not
hesitate to tell him so."

The merchant, thanking Caspar for his offer, assured him that he would
not bias his daughter.

"My being in peril must not compel her to give her hand where she cannot
also bestow her heart. You will not take amiss what I have said, as it
arises from no personal ill-feeling towards you."

In vain Caspar pleaded his cause, and at length, with a frown on his
brow, and an angry glance in his eye, although honeyed words were on his
lips, he took his departure.

Caspar Gaill left the house of the merchant Hopper in no enviable mood.
He took his way through the street till he reached the door of a certain
religious house or monastery, as it was called, and inquired for a
Father Quixada. He was shown into a cell inhabited by a Spanish monk
who acted as his father confessor.

"How fares your suit with the pretty Gretchen, my son?" asked the
father, who at the same time, however, had observed Caspar's angry look.

The young man shook his head, and replied briefly that he had been
refused.

"No hope?" asked the father.

"None," answered Caspar.

"You would have a better chance if the merchant was out of the way,"
observed the priest.

"Very likely, but he is cautious. It may be no easy matter to get rid
of him," answered Caspar.

"Follow my advice, my son, and it can be managed. You have strong
suspicions that he is a Protestant. Pretend that you have given up his
daughter, but that you desire to be instructed in the