"But their words and their breeding were above their means, and something did whisper me they would not be known.

I shall never see her more.

Oh weary world, I hate you and your ways.

To think I must meet beauty and goodness and learning--three pearls of price--and never see them more!" Falling into this sad reverie, and letting his body go where it would, he lost his way; but presently meeting a crowd of persons all moving in one direction, he mingled with them, for he argued they must be making for the Stadthouse.

Soon the noisy troop that contained the moody Gerard emerged, not upon the Stadthouse, but upon a large meadow by the side of the Maas; and then the attraction was revealed.