CHAPTER IV.
After leaving Mrs.Wagner, the widow considered with herself, and then turned away from the commercial regions of the house, in search of her daughter.
She opened the dining-room door, and found the bagatelle-board on the table.

Fritz and Minna were playing a game of the desultory sort--with the inevitable interruptions appropriate to courtship.
"Are you coming to join us, mamma?
Fritz is playing very badly." "This sort of thing requires mathematical calculation," Fritz remarked; "and Minna distracts my attention." Madame Fontaine listened with a smile of maternal indulgence.

"I am on my way back to my room," she said.

"If either of you happen to see Jack Straw----" "He has gone out," Fritz interposed.

"I saw him through the window.