I know her, and the tears she shed when our father gave her the costly Milan suckenie, in which she went to the ball, were anything but tears of joy." [Suckenie--A long garment, fitting the upper part of the body closely and widening very much below the waist, with openings for the arms.] "I only wonder," added Wolff, "that you persuaded her to go; the pious lamb knows how to use her horns fiercely enough." "Oh, yes," Els assented, as if she knew it by experience; then she eagerly continued, "She is still just like an April day." "And therefore," Wolff remarked, "the dance which she began with tears will end joyously enough.

The young knights and nobles will gather round her like bees about honey.

Count von Montfort, my brother-in-law Siebenburg says, is also at the Town Hall with his daughter." "And the comet Cordula was followed, as usual, by a long train of admirers," said Els.

"My father was obliged to give the count lodgings; it could not be avoided.

The Emperor Rudolph had named him to the Council among those who must be treated with special courtesy.