Anton so far forgot the hare as to imprint a kiss upon her glove.
"It is Danish leather," laughed Lenore; "do not give yourself the trouble."
"Here is a hole," said Anton, prepared to renew the attempt.
"You are very attentive to-day," cried Lenore, slowly withdrawing her hand. "The mood suits you charmingly, Wohlfart."
The fur glove was again stretched out to detain the hand withdrawn. At that moment two crows on the nearest tree began a violent dispute, screamed, croaked, and flew about Anton's head.
"Begone, you wretched creatures!" thought Anton, in his excitement; "you shall not disturb me any more."
But Lenore looked full and frankly at him. "I am not sure, either, that you ought to be so attentive," said she, gravely. "You should not kiss my hand, for I have no wish to return the compliment, and what is right for the one must be right for the other. Huzza! my horse, forward!"
"I am curious to know how these Poles will receive us," said Anton, resuming their former conversation.
"They can not be otherwise than friendly," returned Lenore. "We lived for weeks with Frau von Tarowska, and took every excursion together. She was the most elegant of all the ladies at the Baths, and her daughters, too, made a great impression by their distinguished bearing. They are very lovely and refined."
"He has eyes, though, exactly like those of the forester's fox. I would not trust him a yard out of my sight."