here, who will rejoice with me." Henry's mother
hesitated, but had no time to consider. The father led them both into
the lighted hall.

"Here I bring my daughter and grandson from Eisenach," cried Swaning,
in the merry crowd of gaily dressed guests.

All eyes were turned towards the door; all ran to it; the music ceased,
and the two travellers stood bewildered and dazzled in their dusty
dresses, in the midst of the motley throng. A thousand joyful
exclamations passed from mouth to mouth. All her acquaintances pressed
around the mother. Innumerable were the questions which were asked.
Each one wished to be recognised and welcomed first. Whilst the elder
part of the company were attending to the mother, the attention of the
younger portion was directed to the strange youth, who was standing
with downcast eyes, not daring to look again upon the unknown faces.
His grandfather introduced him to the company, and inquired after his
father and about the occurrences of his journey.

The mother thought of the merchants, who out of politeness had remained
below by the horses. She told her father, who sent down for them
immediately, and invited them to ascend. The horses were led into the
stable, and the merchants appeared.

Swaning thanked them heartily for the friendly escort they had afforded
his daughter. They were acquainted with many who were present, and
exchanged friendly greetings. The mother asked permission to change her
dress. Swaning led her to her chamber, and Henry followed for the same
purpose.

The appearance of one man was very striking to Henry, who thought that
he had seen him in that book. His noble bearing distinguished him from
all the rest. His face wore an expression of serene gravity, an open,
finely arched forehead, large, black, penetrating, and tranquil eyes, a
humorous expression about his pleasant mouth, and his full manly
proportions, gave to him a meaning and fascinating appearance. He was
strongly built, his movements quiet and expressive, and where he stood
he seemed about to stay forever. Henry asked his grandfather about him.

"I am glad," said the old man, "that you noticed him. It is my
excellent friend Klingsohr, the poet. You should be prouder of his
acquaintance than of the emperor's. But how is your heart? He has a
beautiful daughter, who perhaps will surpass the father in your eyes.
It would be strange if you had not noticed her."

Henry blushed; "my mind has been distracted, dea