“You may, sir, if it pleases you,” was the answer he received. Then, making an obeisance, Conrad went away, leaving Walburga hardly in a fit state to continue her work; and she inwardly repeated the words which he had uttered about her nightingale: “Far happier as your prisoner than enjoying the freedom of all the woods in Bavaria.”
“What did he mean?” she asked herself. “What did he mean?”
A few minutes later the girl rose and went away too, still murmuring the question: “What did he mean?”
TO BE CONTINUED.
ROSARY STANZAS.
SORROWFUL MYSTERIES.
I.
Luke xxii. 44.
No impious hand, no torture-instrument
The Son of Mary yet has touched. Alone
His prostrate form upon the ground is rent