Lenora, trembling with agony and happiness, stood downcast and blushing, as if awaiting the solemn kiss; but, before Gustave could accomplish the act, De Vlierbeck was by his side, and, grasping his hand, held him motionless.
"Monsieur Denecker," said her father, severely, "have the goodness to moderate your transports.

We are certainly glad to see you once more; but neither you nor I can forget what we are.

Respect our poverty!" "What do you say ?" cried Gustave.

"_What you are_! You are my friend,--my father.

Lenora is my betrothed! Oh heaven! why look at me so reproachfully ?" He seized the hand of Lenora again, and, drawing her toward her father, rapidly continued:-- "Listen! My uncle died in Italy and left me heir of all his property.