anxious to please her parents, and determined to be no rival of the baroness.  Marko promised it readily, adding:  ’Only let the storm roll over, that we may have more liberty, and I myself, when we two are free, will lead you to Alvan, and leave it to you to choose between us.  Your happiness, beloved, is my sole thought.  Submit for the moment.’  He spoke sweetly, with his dearest look, touching her luxurious nature with a belief that she could love him; untroubled by another, she could love and be true to him:  her maternal inner nature yearned to the frailbodied youth.

She made a comparison in her mind of Alvan’s love and Marko’s, and of the lives of the two men.  There was no grisly baroness attached to the prince’s life.

She wrote the letter to Alvan, feeling in the words that said she was plighted to Prince Marko, that she said, and clearly said, the baroness is now relieved of a rival, and may take you!  She felt it so acutely as to feel that she said nothing else.

Severances are accomplished within the heart stroke by stroke; within the craven’s heart each new step resulting from a blow is temporarily an absolute severance.  Her letter to Alvan written, she thought not tenderly of him but of the prince, who had always loved a young woman, and was unhampered by an old one.  The composition of the letter, and the sense that the thing was done, made her stony to Alvan.

On the introduction of Colonel von Tresten, whose name she knew, but was dull to it, she delivered him her letter with unaffected composure, received from him Alvan’s in exchange, left the room as if to read it, and after giving it unopened to Marko, composedly reappeared before the colonel to state, that the letter could make no difference, and all was to be as she had written it.

The colonel bowed stiffly.

It would have comforted her to have been allowed to say:  ’I cease to be the rival of that execrable harridan!’

The delivery of so formidable a cat-screech not being possible, she stood in an attitude of mild resignation, revolving thoughts of her father’s praises of his noble daughter, her mother’s kiss, the caresses of her sisters, and the dark bright eyes of Marko, the peace of the domestic circle.  This was her happiness!  And still there was time, still hope for Alvan to descend and cut the knot.  She conceived it slowly, with some flush of the brain like a remainder of fever, but no throbs of her pulses.  She had been swayed to act against him by tales which in her heart she did not credit exactly, therefore did not take within herself, though she let them influence her by the goad of her fears and angers; and these she could conjure up at will for the defence of her conduct, aware of their shallowness, and all the while trusting him to come in the end and hear her reproaches for his delay.  He seemed to her now to have the character of a storm outside a household wrapped in comfortable monotony.  Her natural spiritedness