He loves her, too, and he scarcely seeks to hide it.

And Count Pappenheim, who is of kin to the emperor, worships her beauty." "The lady must be Psyche herself," said John.
But not knowing who Psyche was, they shook their heads.
"And that is not all," continued Ilse.

"A Prussian prince was here, a fine and gallant man, tall and young.

He, too, is at the feet of the lovely Mademoiselle Julie.

I heard him say that he had seen her before she was brought to Zillenstein." John's pulses suddenly beat hard.