“I think you seem stronger than when we came, Ralph; don't you?” She had been watching the color flickering on his face and lips, the last half hour.
“Yes, the air of Frankfort has done me good, and the present fatigue is only the result of my journey.”
“I am glad to hear you say so; it confirms my impression, which is, that you will recover.”
“Heaven grant it may be so. Long suffering has robbed me of the buoyancy of hope. I think I have not enjoyed myself more at any time during my illness, than while we were at Heidelberg, among its castles.”
“I hope you will enjoy your stay here as much. You know how long you have wished to see the birthplace of Goethe.”
“I have, and expect to see his statue to-morrow, which will be pleasure enough for one day; at least for an invalid. Do you remember his 'Sorrows of Werter,' Marion? In what work has the depth of men's emotional nature been so sounded?”
“I remember you read it to me last winter, while I was working those slippers you have on.”
“Ah, yes; delightful days they were, too. I wonder if I shall be able to see Dannecker's Ariadne the same day?”
“I have forgotten, Ralph, the figure.”
“It is that of a beautiful female riding on a panther. The light is let in through a rosy curtain, and falling upon the form, is absorbed and incorporated into the marble.”