I wager that many tender hearts ached and many bright eyes were dimmed for him when the news of his guilt and death went forth.

There are ladies still in Strelsau who wear his trinkets in an ashamed devotion that cannot forget.

Well, even I, who had every good cause to hate and scorn him, set the hair smooth on his brow; while Rischenheim was sobbing like a child, and young Bernenstein rested his head on his arm as he leant on the mantelpiece, and would not look at the dead.

Rudolf alone seemed not to heed him or think of him.

His eyes had lost their unnatural look of joy, and were now calm and tranquil.