“I desired to tell you,” she said, “that Baron Benoni took advantage of your absence to-day to insult me beyond my endurance.”  She looked boldly into her father’s eyes as she spoke.

“Ah!” said he, with great coolness.  “Will you be good enough to light one of those candles on the table, and to close the window?”

Hedwig obeyed in silence, and once more planted herself before him, her slim figure looking ghostly between the fading light of the departing day and the yellow flame of the candle.

“You need not assume this theatrical air,” said Lira, calmly.  “I presume you mean that Baron Benoni asked you to marry him?”

“Yes, that is one thing, and is an insult in itself,” replied Hedwig, without changing her position.  “I suspect that it is the principal thing,” remarked the count.  “Very good; he asked you to marry him.  He has my full authority to do so.  What then?”

“You are my father,” answered Hedwig, standing like a statue before him, “and you have the right to offer me whom you please for a husband, but you have no authority to allow me to be wantonly insulted.”

“I think that you are out of your mind,” said the count, with imperturbable equanimity.  “You grant that I may propose a suitor to you, and you call it a wanton insult when that suitor respectfully asks the honour of your hand, merely because he is not young enough to suit your romantic tastes, which have been fostered by this wretched southern air.  It is unfortunate that my health requires me to reside in Italy.  Had you enjoyed an orderly Prussian education, you would have held different views in regard to filial duty.  Refuse Baron Benoni as often as you like.  I will stay here, and so will he, I fancy, until you change your mind.  I am not tired of this lordly mountain scenery, and my health improves daily.  We can pass the summer and winter, and more summers and winters, very comfortably here.  If there is anything you would like to have brought from Rome, inform me, and I will satisfy any reasonable request.”

“The baron has already had the audacity to inform me that you would keep me a prisoner until I should marry him,” said Hedwig; and her voice trembled as she remembered how Benoni had told her so.

“I doubt not that Benoni, who is a man of consummate tact, hinted delicately that he would not desist from pressing his suit.  You, well knowing my determination, and carried away by your evil temper, have magnified into a threat what he never intended as such.  Pray let me hear no more about these fancied insults.”  The old man smiled grimly at his keen perception.

“You shall hear me, nevertheless,” said Hedwig, in a low voice, coming close to the table and resting one hand upon it as though for support.

“My daughter,” said the count, “I desire you to abandon this highly theatrical and melodramatic tone.  I am not to be imposed upon.”