During the whole of the preparations of the morning, Adelheid had looked on with a vacant eye, as if her feelings had little connexion with that which was passing before her face.  It is scarcely necessary to say, that her mind, in spite of herself, wandered to other scenes, and that her truant thoughts were busy with interests very different from those which were here presented to the senses.  But, by the time the group of gardeners had passed dancing away, her feelings began to enlist with those who were so evidently pleased with themselves and all around them, and her father, for the first time that morning, was rewarded for the deep attention with which he watched the play of her features, by an affectionate and natural smile.

“This goes off right merrily, Herr Bailiff;” exclaimed the baron, animated by that encouraging smile, as the blood is quickened by a genial ray of the sun’s heat when it has been long chilled and deadened by cold.—­“This goes off with a joyful will, and is likely to end with credit to thy town!  I only wonder that you have not more of this, and monthly.  When joy can be had so cheap, it is churlish to deny it to a people.”

“We complain not of the levities, noble Freiherr, for your light thinker makes a sober and dutiful subject; but we shall have more of this, and of a far better quality, or our time is wasted.—­What is thought at Berne, noble Melchior, of the prospects of the Emperor’s obtaining a new concession for the levy of troops in our cantons!”

“I cry thy mercy, good Peterchen, but by thy leave, we will touch on these matters more at our leisure.  Boyish though it seem to thy eyes, so long accustomed to look at matters of state, I do confess that these follies begin to have their entertainment and may well claim an hour of idleness from him that has nothing better in hand.”

Peter Hofmeister ejaculated a little expressively.  He then examined the countenance of the Signor Grimaldi, who had given himself to the merriment with the perfect good-will and self-abandonment of a man of strong intellect, and who felt his powers too sensibly to be jealous of appearances.  Shrugging his shoulders, like one that was disappointed, the pragmatical bailiff turned his look towards the revellers, in order to detect, if possible, some breach of the usages of the country, that might require official reproof; for Peter was of that class of governors who have an itching to see their fingers stirring even the air that is breathed by the people, lest they should get it of a quality or in a quantity that might prove dangerous to a monopoly which it is now the fashion to call the conservative principle.  In the mean time the revels proceeded.