Fritz is staying in her house, and he and I have talked about you by the hour together." The poor girl's face, so pale and sad the moment before, became radiant with happiness.

"Oh!" she cried innocently, "has Fritz not forgotten me ?" Even at this distance of time, my memory recalls her lovely dark eyes riveted in breathless interest on my face, as I spoke of Fritz's love and devotion, and told her that she was still the one dear image in his thoughts by day, in his dreams by night.

All her shyness vanished.

She impulsively gave me her hand.

"How can I be grateful enough to the good angel who has brought us together!" she exclaimed.