"Do you not wish to have the 'murder-chamber' appear in Sybel's periodical?"
"No; fable must be carefully separated from history; and in this case I want the inclination for the subject."
"Fabulous! I find in the 'murder-chamber' nothing but the true Swedish nature of that time."
The professor shrugged his shoulders.
"Gustavus Adolphus may wander for ever about Germany as the 'pious hero,' if for no other purpose than to annoy the ultramontanes."
Frank thought of the Siegwart family.
"I believe we are unjust in our judgments of the ultramontanes," said he. "I visit every day a family which my father declares not only to be ultramontane, but even clerical, and on account of it will not associate with them. But I saw there only the noble, good, and beautiful." And he reported circumstantially what he knew of the Siegwart family.
"You have observed carefully; and in particular no feature of Angela has escaped you. This Angela," he continued jocosely, "must be an incarnate ideal of the other world, since she has excited the interest of my friend, even though she wears crinoline."
"But she does not wear crinoline," said Frank.
"Not!" returned the professor, smiling. "Then it is just right. The Angel of Salingen belongs to the nine choirs of angels, and was sent to the earth in woman's form to win my proud, woman-hating friend to the fair sex."