It goes to my heart, Miss Sabine; but what can I do ?" Sabine hung her head.

"I knew that it was he," she sighed; "but we can not go on thus.

I will give you a set for Herr von Fink's use, and we must sacrifice it." She went to the cupboard, and began to look for one, but the choice was difficult; the beautiful table-linen was dear to her heart.

At length, with a lingering look at the pattern, she sorrowfully laid a set on the servant's arm.
Franz still lingered.

"He has burned a curtain in his bed-room," said he; "the pair is spoiled." "And they were quite new!" sighed Sabine again.