"Take them away to-morrow.

What more, Franz?
What else has happened ?" "Ah! ma'am," replied the servant, mysteriously, "Herr von Fink has insulted Herr Wohlfart, who is quite raging, and Herr Specht says there is to be a duel." "A duel!" cried Sabine; "you must have misunderstood Herr Specht." "No, indeed, ma'am, it's all too true.

Something dreadful will happen.
Herr Wohlfart brushed past me angrily, and did not touch his tea." "Has my brother returned ?" "He does not come back till late to-day; he is on committee." "Very well," said Sabine; "say nothing about it, Franz, to any one." And Sabine sat down again at the table, but the damask was forgotten.
"So that was what made poor Wohlfart look so sad! This wild youth--he came to us like a whirlwind, and the blossoms all fall in his path.

His whole life is confusion and excitement, and he carries away with him all who approach within his reach.

Even me--even me! Do what I will, I too feel his spell--so beautiful, so brilliant, so strange.