"Permit? -- No, it is not permitted. They would hinder it if
they could."

"What would have been done to you if you had been found out?"

"Humph! -- They would have shut us up!" said Mr. Herder,
shrugging his shoulders.

"In your rooms?"

"No -- not exactly; -- in the fortress. At Munich the punishment
for being found out, is eight years in the fortress; -- at ozer
places, four or five years; -- yet they will fight."

"How many Universities have you been in, Mr. Herder?" said
Rose.

"I have been in seven, of Universites in Europe."

"Fighting duels in all of them!"

"Well, yes; -- no, there was one where I did fight no duel. I
was not there long enough."

"Mr. Herder, I am shocked! I wouldn't have thought it of you."

"The bracelet, Mr. Herder, I believe is yours," said Rufus.

"Mine?" -- said the naturalist.

"Miss Elizabeth would allow no one to put it on her hand, but
a philosopher."

"That is too great an honour for me, -- I am not young and
gallant enough -- I shall depute you," -- said Mr. Herder
putting the cameo in Winthrop's hand.

But Winthrop remarked that he could not take deputed honours;
and quietly laid it in the hand of its owner. Elizabeth, with
a face a little blank, clasped it on for herself. Rufus looked
somewhat curious and somewhat amused.

"I am afraid you will say of my brother, Miss Haye, that
though certainly _young_ enough, he is not very gallant," he
said.

Elizabeth gave no answer to this speech, nor sign of hearing,
unless it might be gathered from the cool free air with which
she made her way out of the group and left them at the window.
She joined herself to President Darcy, at the other side of
the fire, and engaged him in talk with her about different
gems and the engraving of them, so earnestly that she had no
eyes nor ears for anybody else. And when any of the gentlemen
brought her refreshments, she took or refused them almost
without acknowledgment, and always without lifting her eyes to
see to whom it might be due.

The company were all gone, and a little pause, of rest or of
musing, had followed the last spoken 'good night.' It was
musing on Elizabeth's part; for she broke it with,

"Father, if you can give Mr. Landholm aid in any way, I hope
you will."

"My dear," said her father, "I don't know what I can do. I did
offer to set him a going in business, but he don't like my
line; and I have nothing to do with his, away up in the North
there among the