"The noble, well-born young Herr is not worse, I hope ?" and he tried to hide his abnormally bland expression with a sympathetic look of deep concern; but he failed miserably in the attempt.

His full-moon face could not help beaming with a self- satisfied complacency which it was impossible to subdue; indeed, he would have been unable to disguise this appearance of smiling, even if he had been at a funeral and was, mentally, plunged in the deepest woe-- if that were possible for him to be! "No, not worse," answered Lorischen.

"He is--" "Not dead, I trust ?" said Burgher Jans, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence, and using in his hurry the very word to which he had objected before.
"No, he is not dead," retorted the old nurse, with a triumphant ring in her voice.

"And, if you were expecting that, I only hope you are disappointed, that's all! He is getting better, for he has written to the mistress himself; and, what is more, he's coming home to send you to the right-about, Burgher Jans, and stop your coming here any more.

Do you hear that, eh ?" "My dearest maiden," commenced to stammer out the little fat man, woefully taken aback by this outburst, "I--I--don't know what you mean." "Ah, but I do," returned Lorischen, not feeling any the more amiably disposed towards him by his addressing her in that way after what Madame Dort had said about his calling especially to see her.