'And—and your sister, Heinrich?'
'Has been all day fretting in her room.'
'And the Grafine Herminia?'
'With her. I saw Herminia for a little time to-day, and she desired me to assure you of her fullest sympathy.'
'God bless her!' exclaimed he, whilst his eyes became moist.
'The poor little thing endured too much, when she believed me to be Herr Mansfeld, and knew me not in my proper person, to be without due sympathy for all afflicted lovers.'
'You do not speak of the Herr Graf.'
'Oh, he is inexorable!'
'And our infernal Baron—no doubt he was at Frankenburg to-day, hoping to play the lover,' said Charlie viciously.
'He was not.'