“Ingenuous girl!” exclaimed De Vlierbeck, with a sigh; “may the Lord hear your prayer!  But the world, my child, is governed by laws and customs of which you are altogether ignorant.  A wife must follow her husband wherever he goes.  If Gustave shall select another residence you must follow him and console yourself gradually at the separation from your father.  Under other circumstances, parting might be painful; but solitude will not sadden me if I know you are happy, my child.”

The startled maiden looked at her father with surprise as he uttered these words; and, as he finished, her head fell heavily on her breast and tears streamed silently from her eyes.  Monsieur De Vlierbeck took her hand tenderly as he said, in faltering words,—­

“I feared, Lenora, that I would make you sad; but you must become accustomed to the idea of our separation.”

Lenora raised her head quickly as she replied, in a firm and resolute manner, “What! could Gustave ever dream of our separation?  To leave you at Grinselhof passing your days in seclusion while I and my husband were in the world in the midst of festivity?  I should not have an instant’s rest, wherever I might be; conscience would cry aloud in my heart, ’Ungrateful and insensible child, thy father is abandoned to suffering and solitude!’ Yes, I love Gustave; he is dearer to me than life itself, and I receive his hand as a blessing from God; but if he should say to me, ’Abandon your father!’—­if he left me no choice except you or him,—­I would close my eyes and reject him!  I should be sad; I should suffer; perhaps even I should die; but, father dear, I would die in your arms!”

She bent down her head for a moment as if oppressed by a dreadful thought; but, raising her large eyes, liquid with tears, she fixed them on her father, as she added,—­

“You doubt Gustave’s affection for you; you imagine him capable of filling your life with sorrow,—­of separating me from you!  Oh, father, you do not know him; you do not know how much he respects and loves you; you do not comprehend the warmth of his generous and loving heart!”

De Vlierbeck bent over his child and impressed a kiss on her forehead, as he was about to utter some words of consolation, when suddenly Lenora sprang from his arms and pointed eagerly to the window, as if listening to approaching sounds.

The noise of wheels and the clatter of horses on the road soon gave Monsieur De Vlierbeck to understand why his daughter had been so startled.  His face assumed a more animated expression, and, descending hurriedly, he reached the door as Monsieur Denecker alighted from his coach.

The merchant seemed in exceedingly good humor; he grasped De Vlierbeck’s hand, expressing his delight at seeing him once more.  “How goes it with you, my old friend?  It seems that rogue, my nephew, has taken advantage of my absence.”  And, although De Vlierbeck ushered him into the saloon with all the formality imaginable, Denecker slapped him familiarly on the shoulder, and continued,—­