"I know, but----"
"Then tell me, my dear, kind, motherly friend. You are weeping: what is the matter with Cornelia? I must know!"
"You are completely beside yourself," exclaimed Veronica. "Well, I cannot help it; I must tell you. She is in the churchyard."
"In the churchyard?" asked Heinrich, in amazement.
"Cornelia goes there every day and mourns over the grave of a friend. Go, my dear count, go to her; I see you feel more affection for her than we supposed. Ah, I hope your presence may exert a favorable influence upon the poor child."
"What is the matter with her?" asked Heinrich. "She was once betrothed----"
"I know it," he interrupted.
"But her lover died under very painful circumstances."
"That I know also."
"She seemed to have long since ceased to grieve over the unfortunate affair; but some time ago the old affection and sorrow broke forth afresh. She has become silent and sad; goes to his grave every day, and at night it often seems to me as if she were weeping gently."