"No, I had no occasion, and I think the lieutenant will do it himself."
"I ought to," said the young Tyrolese, with a very downcast air. "The Baroness charged me to protect Herr Gerald's life--but I can't bear to cause her the sorrow."
"Sorrow? Because her son has so greatly distinguished himself?'
"No, not that, it's a very different matter, your reverence." George clasped his hands devoutly. "You have often reproved me for committing so many follies, and it's all true. But they do no harm, and they are far from being so bad as the one folly Herr Gerald has committed in his whole life. I can't look on any longer, I must tell you."
He uttered so heart-rending a sigh that the priest gazed at him with a startled, anxious glance.
"What do you mean? What is the matter with the lieutenant?"
"He's bewitched!" George despairingly exclaimed. "Completely bewitched!"
"George--are you in your senses?"
"I am, but unluckily he isn't. The poor young lady in Cattaro! So pretty, so bright, and merry that it cheers one's heart just to look at her, and now this Danira----"
"The commandant's adopted daughter, who ran away at night? What of her?"