ond measure, she flew into his arms, and he felt as proud
and happy as a king. They were soon perfectly settled, and able to begin
their course of visiting.

It was the custom of a large portion of the nobility to spend the winter
in town, and accordingly the Rothsattels met many friends, and several
of their acquaintance. Every one was pleased to welcome them, and after
a few weeks they found themselves immersed in gayety. The baroness soon
became a leader of the feminine world, and her husband, after at first
missing his walks through his farm and his woods, began to take equal
pleasure in reviving his youthful acquaintance. He became member of a
nobleman's club, indulged his virtuoso tendencies, played whist, and
filled his idle hours with a little politics and a little art. And so
the winter passed pleasantly on, and the baron and his wife often
wondered why they had not earlier indulged in this agreeable variety.

Lenore was the only one dissatisfied with the change. She continued to
justify her mother's fear lest she should become an original. She found
it difficult to pay proper respect to the numberless elderly cousins of
the family, and still more difficult to refrain from accosting first any
pleasant gentleman she had known in the country, and now chanced to meet
in the streets. Likewise, the Young Lady's Institution, which she had to
attend, was in many ways objectionable to her. She had certain maps and
tiresome lesson-books to take to and fro, and her mother did not approve
of the servants' time being occupied in carrying them after her. One
day, when walking like an angry Juno--the tokens of her slavery upon her
arm, and her little parasol in her hand--she beheld the young gentleman
to whom she had shown her flower-garden coming to meet her, and she
rejoiced at it, for he was pleasantly associated in her mind with home,
the pony, and the family of swans. He was still some way off when her
hawk's eye discerned him, but he did not see her even when he came
nearer. As her mother had forbidden her ever to accost a gentleman in
the street, there was nothing for it but to stand still and to strike
her parasol on the flags.

Anton looked up and saw to his pleasant surprise the lovely lady of the
lake. Blushing, he took off his hat, and Lenore observed with
satisfaction that, in spite of the satchel on her arm, she impressed him
as much us ever.

"How are you, sir?" she inquired, in a dignified way.

"Very we