Will you come with me, dear sir, to our poor Sintram ?" The chaplain at once took up the small lamp which Rolf had brought with him, and they set off together through the long vaulted passages.

In the small distant chamber they found the poor boy fast asleep.

The light of the lamp fell strangely on his very pale face.

The chaplain stood gazing at him for some time, and at length said: "Certainly from his birth his features were always sharp and strongly marked, but now they are almost fearfully so for such a child; and yet no one can help having a kindly feeling towards him, whether he will or not." "Most true, dear sir," answered Rolf.

And it was evident how his whole heart rejoiced at any word which betokened affection for his beloved young lord.