His real diamond was in danger of being exchanged for a stone, whose value he did not know.

With the old, pure harmony blended another similar one, but in a different key.

How could he still think of Isabella, without remembering Henrica! At least he had not heard the young lady sing, so his recollection of Isabella's songs remained unclouded.

He blamed himself because, obeying an emotion of vanity, he had promised to send new songs to the proud young girl, the friend of Spain.

He had treated Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma rudely on account of his opinions, but sought to approach her, who laughed at what he prized most highly, because she was a woman, and it was sweet to hear his work praised by beautiful lips.