l cliff
closed the view.

"There," said the Baronet, pointing to the tower, "you see the
Felsenburg, your goal. I wish you a good journey, and regret I cannot be
of more assistance."

He mounted to his place and gave a signal, and the carriage rolled away.

Seraphina stood by the wayside, gazing before her with blind eyes. Sir
John she had dismissed already from her mind; she hated him, that was
enough; for whatever Seraphina hated or contemned fell instantly to
Lilliputian smallness, and was thenceforward steadily ignored in
thought. And now she had matter for concern indeed. Her interview with
Otto, which she had never yet forgiven him, began to appear before her
in a very different light. He had come to her, still thrilling under
recent insult, and not yet breathed from fighting her own cause; and how
that knowledge changed the value of his words! Yes, he must have loved
her; this was a brave feeling--it was no mere weakness of the will. And
she, was she incapable of love? It would appear so; and she swallowed
her tears, and yearned to see Otto, to explain all, to ask pity upon her
knees for her transgressions, and, if all else were now beyond the reach
of reparation, to restore at least the liberty of which she had deprived
him.

Swiftly she sped along the highway, and, as the road wound out and in
about the bluffs and gullies of the mountain, saw and lost by glimpses
the tall tower that stood before and above her, purpled by the mountain
air.

CHAPTER II

TREATS OF A CHRISTIAN VIRTUE

When Otto mounted to his rolling prison he found another occupant in a
corner of the front seat; but as this person hung his head and the
brightness of the carriage-lamps shone outward, the Prince could only
see it was a man. The Colonel followed his prisoner and clapped-to the
door; and at that the four horses broke immediately into a swinging
trot.

"Gentlemen," said the Colonel, after some little while had passed, "if
we are to travel in silence, we might as well be at home. I appear, of
course, in an invidious character; but I am a man of taste, fond of
books and solidly informing talk, and unfortunately condemned for life
to the guard-room. Gentlemen, this is my chance: don't spoil it for me.
I have here the pick of the whole court, barring lovely woman; I have a
great author in the person of the Doctor----"

"Gotthold!" cried Otto.

"It appears," said the Doctor bitterly, "that we must go together. Your
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