You see I have grown a tolerable, though not huge moustache, am stouter, and the sun has bronzed my pink and white boyish face--in short: my outer man has changed for the worse, but within I am just the same as I was three years ago." Maria felt the blood again mounting into her cheeks, but she did not wish to blush and answered hastily: "Standing still is retrograding, so you have lost three beautiful years, Herr von Dornburg." The officer looked at Maria in perplexity, and then said more gravely than before: "Your jest is more opportune, than you probably suppose; I had hoped to find you again in Delft, but powder was short in Alfen, so the Spaniard will probably reach your native city sooner than we.

Now a kind fate brings me to you here; but let me be honest--What I hope and desire stands clearly before my eyes, echoes in my soul, and when I thought of our meeting, I dreamed you would lay both hands in mine and, instead of greeting me with witty words, ask the old companion of happy hours, your brother Leonhard's best friend: 'Do you still remember our dead ?' And when I had told you: 'Yes, yes, yes, I have never forgotten him,' then I thought the mild lustre of your eyes--Oh, oh, how I thank you! The dear orbs are floating in a mist of tears.

You are not so wholly changed as you supposed, Frau Maria, and if I loyally remember the past, will you blame me for it ?" "Certainly not," she answered cordially.

"And now that you speak to me so, I will with pleasure again call you Junker Georg, and as Leonhard's friend and mine, invite you to our house." "That will be delightful," he cried cordially.

"I have so much to ask you and, as for myself--alas, I wish I had less to tell." "Have you seen my husband ?" asked Maria.
"I know nobody in Leyden," he replied, "except my learned, hospitable host, and the doge of this miniature Venice, so rich in water and bridges." Georg pointed up the stair-case.