erder?" said Rose.

"Wiz pleasure, Miss Rose, -- if you like."

"Mr. Herder," said the young lady, "don't you love everything
very much?"

"I love you very much, Miss Rose," said the naturalist,
turning his good-humoured handsome face full upon her, -- "I do
not know about everyzing."

"No, but I mean all animals and insects, and everything that
lives?"

"I do not love everyzing that lives," said the naturalist
smiling. "I do not love Mr. Heinfelt."

"Who is Mr. Heinfelt?" said Rose.

"He is a man what I do not love."

"No, but Mr. Herder, I mean, don't you love other things very
much -- animals, and such things? You have so much to do with
them."

"No -- I have no love to spare for animals," he said with a
grave face.

"Don't you love birds and animals, that you are always after
and busy with?"

"No," said the naturalist, -- "I do not love them -- I love what
is _back_ of all that -- not the animals. I keep my love for
men."

"Do you think you have any more in that direction, for keeping
it from the others?" said Elizabeth.

"I do not understand --"

"Do you think you love men any better because you don't give
animals any love at all?"

"I do love some animals," said Mr. Herder. "I had a horse
once, when I lived in Germany, that I did love. I loved him so
well, that when a man did insult my horse, I made him fight
me."

Rose exclaimed; Elizabeth smiled significantly; and Winthrop
remarked,

"So that's the way your love for men shews itself!"

"No," said the naturalist, -- "no, -- I never did ask a man to
meet me more than that one time. And I did not hurt him much.
I only want to punish him a little."

"Why, Mr. Herder!" Rose repeated. "I didn't think you would do
such a thing."

"Everybody fight in Germany," said the naturalist; "they all
fight at the Universites -- they _must_ fight. I found the only
way was to make myself so good swordsman that I should be
safe."

"And have you fought many duels?" said Elizabeth.

"Yes -- I have fought -- I have been obliged by circumstances to
fight a good many. -- I have seen two hundred."

"Two hundred duels, Mr. Herder!"

"Yes. -- I have seen four men killed."

"Were _you_ ever hurt, Mr. Herder?" said Rose.

"No -- I never was wounded. I saw how it was -- that the only
thing to do was to excel ozers; so as in ozer things, I did in
this."

"But how came you, who love men so well, to have so much to do
with hurting them, Mr. Herder?"