red,
that one would believe he had long known the lady; he was besides
especially welcome to Herr Sonnenkamp, from having a thorough knowledge
of botany. With Fraeulein Perini, he said grace before dinner, with so
modest and elegant an air that it only added to the attractiveness of
his appearance. Everyone was charmed except Roland, who, without
knowing why, was constantly comparing the Chevalier with Eric. For the
first time, he begged his father to send him to some school, no matter
what one, and promised to be perfectly tractable; his father would not
yield to his desire, but declared instead that Roland was very
fortunate to have such a tutor found for him.

Roland could not complain that the Chevalier made his studies a burden
to him, but he could not put Eric out of his thoughts. He had already
thrice written to him directly, letters like the lament of a maiden who
tells her lover how she is urged to a loveless marriage, and implores
him to come to her. He begged Eric, who knew nothing of his angry mood,
to forgive him for having fallen away from his allegiance for a moment;
he clung to the hope that his father, who always spoke well of Eric,
would still summon him.

So wrote Roland; he did not send the letters, but carelessly left them
lying open, and the Chevalier took copies, which Fraeulein Perini
received.

Eric had in Joseph a firm ally in the family. He asked Roland
continually when Eric would return, told him much of his parents and
his grandfather, and also of a brother who was just Roland's own age.
This gave new intensity to the longing after Eric, for Roland thought
he would bring his brother with him, and then he would also have a
brother and comrade.

Several days had passed thus; Roland was sitting on a camp-stool, near
the road, where there was a fine view of the park, from which the tower
of the castle seemed to spring up as a natural growth. Roland was
drawing, and the Chevalier, who was a master in the art, sat near him.
Roland soon saw that he had heretofore received too much assistance; he
was now really painstaking and earnest. The Chevalier drew whatever
Roland was drawing, and, from time to time, they compared their work.
His teacher had advised him to make drawings of all the views of the
castle before it was rebuilt, and Roland had succeeded in doing so.
Sometimes he believed that he had done it himself, then it all seemed
like a humbug to him, for the teacher had really done most o