n. Members of the Trolle, Sehested, Rosencrantz, and Krag families lived there; Joachim Gersdorf was Mistress Rigitze's neighbor, and one or two foreign ministers usually had lodgings in Carl van Man

also one or

a vehicle in sight! Nothing but staid footsteps, and now and then the long-drawn cry of the oyster-monger. The sunlight, qui

r, cleverly mimicking the raucous tones of one

ble, appraising her own well-formed feet with critical eyes. Tired of this occ

rned to her window-gazing, but Lucie - 19 - jumped down from the table, ca

she said, "shall I

el

ur hours. D'you know what they're going to have for dinner? Clear soup, flounder or some such broad fish, chick

" said Mar

ost be-witching man I ever saw. Such feet he has! And there's royal blood in him-you've only to look at his hands, so tiny and shaped like a mould, and his n

neck so passionately and covetously that the ch

lf down on the be

ried Marie. "If you carry on

-it's enough to break one's heart. What if they've shot him dead or crippled! God pity me, poor maid, I'd never get - 20 - over it." She hid her face in the bedclo

d caresses, and at last she succeeded i

Lorens. But when I think of the danger he's in, oh, then I'm more sorry than any living soul can think. For I love him, Miss, and no one else, upon my soul I do. And when I'm in bed, with the moon shining straight in on the floor, I'm like another woman, and everything seems so sad, and I weep and weep, and something gets me by the thro

e was something flattering in the idea

is so sad. You make it seem as if th

oo," said Lucie, rising in answer to a summons fr

21

e tarnished copper roof of the castle, past the royal dockyard and ropewalk around to the slender spire of East Gate, past the gardens and wood

er occurred to her that she might be more lonely there than at Tjele Manor, where, in truth, she had been lonely enough. Her father had never been a companion to her, for he was too entirely him

omineering peasant woman had wounded and tortured her so often that the girl could hardly hear her step without instantly and half unconsciously hardening into obstinacy and hatred. Little

were her

hencoop. - 22 - The kindly greeting of the servants and peasants when she met them seemed to say: Our y

Copen

er confidence. She could not tell her troubles to the maid. Nor could she bear to have the fact of her unfortunate position put into words or hear a servant discuss her un

y, for mother love had never taught her the useful little arts that smooth the way for teacher and pupil. Yet a severe training might have been very good for Marie. The lack of watchful care in her home had allowed one side of her nature to grow almos

ed that Marie did with herself and her time what she pleased. When Mistress Rigitze had a moment to - 23 - spare for the child, the very consciousness of her own neglect made her do

forlornness came over her again. She leaned her head against the cas

st? Yes, for a long time yet! Even when she had passed sixteen?-But things did happen to other people! At least she wouldn't go on wearing a child's cap after she was sixteen; sister Anne Marie hadn't-she had been married. Marie remembered the noisy carousing at the wedding long after she had b

down by the table thought

nd praise her beauty and virtue. I always sit at table with the company, but no one speaks to me except Ulrik Frederik, whom I would prefer to do without, for he is ever given to bantering and raillerie rather than sensible conversation. He is yet young and is not in the best repute; 'tis said he frequents both taverns and ale-houses and the like. Now I have nothing new to tell except that to-day we have an assembly, and he is coming. Whenever I speak French he laughs very much and tells me that it is a hundred years old, which may well be, for Pastor

dear

E GR

onsort of Stycho H?egh of Gjordslev, my good fr

w, half hidden by the full curtains. Ulrik Frederik went over to her, bowed with exaggerated deference, and with a very grave face expressed his disappointment a

. Permit me to present my most humble service! Might I make s

neither flush

ite? Bien! But then I would fain know by what na

er say a sen

it has happened,

Licht Mich wie das Hundsgestirn die Hunde, Und Worte sc

you may wel

sick I have stolen down through the Silk Yard and leaped the balustrade into Christen Skeel's garden, and there I've stood

ound at night-time. You've never stood in Skeel's garden; you've been at the sign of Mogens in Cappadocia among bottles and Rhenish wineg

's house sometimes, 'tis not for pleasure nor revelry

A

Do you see the eastern louver-window in St. Nikolaj? For three long days have I

I can catch you in loose talk. I never sit with my broid

ld be free, Then teach me quick, Without guile or trick, One word of perfect truth.' - 27 - Up spak

deferentially and lef

thout fold or wrinkle. How pretty they were at the ankle, where they met the long, narrow shoe! S

and made a slight grimace,-the fingers