and whatever happens to-day will happen in
sunshine. The clouds are breaking yonder, and the blue sky is seen
through them. How is the baroness?"

"She is calm," said Lenore, "and prepared for every thing."

Both walked silently up and down the hall. At last Lenore went up to
Anton, and passionately exclaimed, "Wohlfart, it is horrible to me to
think of you in a position such as this for our sakes."

"Is this position, then, so terrible?" asked Anton, with, a mournful
smile.

"You do not perhaps feel it so," said Lenore, "but you are sacrificing
for us far more than we deserve. We are ungrateful to you; you would be
happier elsewhere."

She placed herself at the window, and wept bitterly.

Anton tried to soothe her. "If," said he, "you allude to the hasty
expressions of the baron, you need not pity me on that account. You know
what we have formerly said on that subject."

"It is not that alone," cried Lenore, weeping.

Anton knew as well as she did that it was not that alone, and felt that
a confession lay in the words. "Be it what it may," said he, cheerfully,
"why should you grudge me the pleasure of an adventure? Certainly I am
an inexperienced soldier, but it seems that our enemies will not give me
much opportunity of doing them any harm to-day."

"No one thanks you for all that you bear for our sakes. No one!" cried
Lenore.

"No one?" repeated Anton. "Have I not a friend here who is only too much
inclined to overrate the little I am able to do? Lenore, you have
permitted me to draw nearer to you than would have been possible under
ordinary circumstances. Do you reckon it nothing that I should have won
some of a brother's privileges with regard to you?"

Lenore fervently seized and pressed his hand. "Even I have been
different to you of late to what I should have been. I am very unhappy,"
cried she, passionately. "I can not tell to any human being what I
feel--not to my mother--not to you either. I have lost all confidence
and all control." She pressed her handkerchief to her eyes.

"Lenore!" cried her father, impatiently, from his apartment.

"This is no time for explanations," said she, more calmly. "When we have
got over this day, I will try hard to be stronger than I am now. Help me
in this, Wohlfart."

She hurried away to the baron's room. Anton remained behind, lost in sad
thoughts. Meanwhile the bright sunshine streamed down on the court-yard,
the men left the guard-room and stood on the thr