"Everything depends, my lord, upon the heart of which you speak so slightingly--the heart and, even above that, upon the blood.

'Help is needed there,' cried the kind heart just now, and then the blood did its 'devoir'.

The act followed the desire as the sound follows the blow of the hammer, the thunder the flash of lightning.

Well for the castle that is ruled by such a mistress! I am only the servant, and respect commands me to curb my tongue; but to-day I had news from home through the Provost Werner, of Lucerne, whom I knew at Stansstadt.

I meant to tell you of it over the wine at the Thirsty Troopers, but that accursed note and the misfortune which followed prevented.