Let me--first conjure up the seventy-seven great and the seven hundred and seventy-seven little demons.

They will do their duty, if you open your heart to us without reserve." This demand sounded urgent enough, and Ledscha pressed her head against the old woman's shoulder as if seeking assistance, exclaiming: "I can not--no, I can not! As if the spirits who obey you did not know already what had happened and will happen in the future! Let them search the depths of my soul.

There they will see, with their own eyes, what I should never, never succeed in describing.

I could not tell even you, grandmother, for who among the Biamites ever found such lofty, heart-bewitching words as Hermon?
And what looks, what language he had at command, when he desired to put an end to my jealous complaints! Could I still be angry with him, when he confessed that there were other beauties here whom he admired, and then gazed deep into my eyes and said that when I appeared they all vanished like the stars at sunrise?
Then every reproach was forgotten, and resentment was transformed into doubly ardent longing.

This, however, by no means escaped his keen glance, which detects everything, and so he urged me with touching, ardent entreaties to go with him to his studio, though but for one poor, brief hour." "And you granted his wish ?" Tabus anxiously interrupted.
"Yes," she answered frankly, "but it was the evening of the day before yesterday--that was the only time.