May the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob, have you in his holy keeping, my dear Guldenthal!" As he finished his letter, he heard the sound of harps and violins.

Some itinerant musicians were giving a concert in the hotel-garden, which was lit up as bright as day.

Abel opened his window, and leaned on his elbows, looking out.

The first object that presented itself to his eyes was Mlle.

Moriaz, promenading one of the long garden-walks, leaning on her father's arm.