rs? To paint things like this? For money? Nonsense, Dolly!"

"As you please, Mr. St. Leger; then I will stay here a while and get
work through Frau Wetterhahn. She wants me to paint _her_."

"You never will!"

"I'll try."

"As a favour then?"

Dolly lifted her eyes and smiled at the young man; a smile that utterly
and wholly bewitched him. Wilful? yes, he thought it was wilful, but
sweet and arch, and bright with hope and purpose and conscious
independence; a little defiant, a great deal glad.

"Paint me," said he hastily, "and I'll give you anything you like."

Dolly nodded. "Very well," said she; "then you may talk with mother
about our route."

CHAPTER XX.

LIMBURG.

Lawrence did talk with Mrs. Copley; and the result of the discussion
was that the decision and management of their movements was finally
made over to him. Whether it happened by design or not, the good lady's
head was quite confused among the different plans suggested; she could
understand nothing of it, she said; and so it all fell into Lawrence's
hand. I think that was what he wanted, and that he had views of his own
to gratify; for Dolly, who had been engaged with other matters this
time, expressed some surprise a day or two after they set out, at
finding herself again in Weimar.

"Going back the way we came?" she cried.

"Only for a little distance--a few stages," explained Lawrence; "after
that it will be all new."

Dolly did not much care, nor know enough to correct him if he was going
wrong; she gave herself up to hopeful enjoyment of the constantly
varying new scenes and sights. Mrs. Copley, on the contrary, seemed
able to enjoy nothing beyond the shortening of the distance between her
and Venice. If she had known how much longer than was necessary
Lawrence had made it!

So it happened that they were going one day down a pleasant road which
led along a river valley, when an exclamation from Dolly roused her
mother out of a half nap. "What is it?" she asked.

"Mother, such a beautiful, beautiful old church! Look--see how it sits
up there grandly on the rock."

"Very inconvenient, I should think," said Mrs. Copley, giving a glance
out of the carriage window. "I shouldn't think people would like to
mount up there often."

"I believe," said Lawrence, also looking out now, "that must be a
famous old church--isn't this Limburg?--yes. It is the cathedral at
Limburg; a very fine specimen of its style, Miss Dolly, they say."