One night Fatia Negra and his band had broken into her house and played havoc there, and ever since she had been tremulous and easily terror-stricken.

The old woman was delighted to see Henrietta, whom she called the guardian angel of the county, and she would not be content till she had seized Henrietta's little hands in her own trembling ones and raised them painfully to her lips.
At last the joyous evening arrived.

Henrietta put on a very simple ball-dress, compared with which the dress of the mining engineer's wife was really luxurious.

The black ornaments well became her attire, but the engineer's wife was astounded at the simplicity of the great lady's costume.

She had now only one anxious moment to go through, the moment when her husband first saw the new ornaments.