your work, it
makes me giddy."

"Oh, here I feel as comfortable as does the ant when swinging on a
pine-cone. How fresh the air is! Allow me to sit down." And he leant
his back against a beam, nursing one of his knees between his hands,
while the other leg swung backward and forward over the scaffold.

"Have you much to do in this dangerous situation?" asked Klytia, who in
her terror had almost begged him to get down through her window.

"A pretty good deal," replied the architect laughing, "I must cobble
Serapis' boots, Jupiter's eagle will be _minus_ a tail if I do not
treat him to a little mortar, Cupid is in danger of losing his head,
for which you are perhaps responsible, Faith and Hope are in pretty
good condition, but Charity has lost her nose, and Samson must have a
new jawbone of an ass. You see, that you could hardly remain in this
Schloss without me."

"Do go, how can you joke in such danger."

"By the eyes of the Madonna, I do not joke. Do you wish for a Cupid
without a head, and a Charity without a nose?"

"I do not wish to have anything to do with either, but so that I may
not keep you any longer in your break-neck position, permit me to shut
the window."

"No, as you have asked for permission, that I cannot suffer. Rather
give me a more gracious farewell, by telling me at what hour evening
service begins in the Castle-Chapel? I should much like to hear my
brother preach, as he has become so sparing of his words since he has
come over to you."

"Magister Laurenzano preaches?" asked Klytia terrified, her heart
seeming to stop.

"Yes," replied Felix smiling, "and do you know when?"

"Evening service begins at six," said Klytia shortly, "and I hope you
may get down in safety," and with hasty trembling hands she closed her
window. Felix looked after her in astonishment, and then shaking his
head he began his journey downwards lost in thought. Klytia had
hastened to a back room, as if she felt there better protected from her
own thoughts. She arranged the room, but soon forgot where she had
placed the different articles, so that she had to look for them again.
Sad and discontented she sat down once more to her work. The little
room felt close, for the rays of the setting sun poured into it. She
re-opened the window. Outside all was still and Felix had taken away
the ladders, so she felt secure from intrusion. With beating heart she
took up her work. Never again would she see the man, who though bo