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We
flew
up
,
and
hid
behind
the
curtains
,
but
sly
peeps
showed
us
Fred
and
the
students
singing
away
down
below
.
It
was
the
most
romantic
thing
I
ever
saw
—
the
river
,
the
bridge
of
boats
,
the
great
fortress
opposite
,
moonlight
everywhere
,
and
music
fit
to
melt
a
heart
of
stone
.
When
they
were
done
we
threw
down
some
flowers
,
and
saw
them
scramble
for
them
,
kiss
their
hands
to
the
invisible
ladies
,
and
go
laughing
away
,
to
smoke
and
drink
beer
,
I
suppose
.
Next
morning
Fred
showed
me
one
of
the
crumpled
flowers
in
his
vest
pocket
,
and
looked
very
sentimental
.
I
laughed
at
him
,
and
said
I
didn
’
t
throw
it
,
but
Flo
,
which
seemed
to
disgust
him
,
for
he
tossed
it
out
of
the
window
,
and
turned
sensible
again
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
m
going
to
have
trouble
with
that
boy
,
it
begins
to
look
like
it
.
The
baths
at
Nassau
were
very
gay
,
so
was
Baden
–
Baden
,
where
Fred
lost
some
money
,
and
I
scolded
him
.
He
needs
someone
to
look
after
him
when
Frank
is
not
with
him
.
Kate
said
once
she
hoped
he
’
d
marry
soon
,
and
I
quite
agree
with
her
that
it
would
be
well
for
him
.
Frankfurt
was
delightful
.
I
saw
Goethe
’
s
house
,
Schiller
’
s
statue
,
and
Dannecker
’
s
famous
‘
Ariadne
.
’
It
was
very
lovely
,
but
I
should
have
enjoyed
it
more
if
I
had
known
the
story
better
.
I
didn
’
t
like
to
ask
,
as
everyone
knew
it
or
pretended
they
did
.
I
wish
Jo
would
tell
me
all
about
it
.
I
ought
to
have
read
more
,
for
I
find
I
don
’
t
know
anything
,
and
it
mortifies
me
.
Now
comes
the
serious
part
,
for
it
happened
here
,
and
Fred
has
just
gone
.
He
has
been
so
kind
and
jolly
that
we
all
got
quite
fond
of
him
.
I
never
thought
of
anything
but
a
traveling
friendship
till
the
serenade
night
.
Since
then
I
’
ve
begun
to
feel
that
the
moonlight
walks
,
balcony
talks
,
and
daily
adventures
were
something
more
to
him
than
fun
.
I
haven
’
t
flirted
,
Mother
,
truly
,
but
remembered
what
you
said
to
me
,
and
have
done
my
very
best
.
I
can
’
t
help
it
if
people
like
me
.
I
don
’
t
try
to
make
them
,
and
it
worries
me
if
I
don
’
t
care
for
them
,
though
Jo
says
I
haven
’
t
got
any
heart
.
Now
I
know
Mother
will
shake
her
head
,
and
the
girls
say
,
"
Oh
,
the
mercenary
little
wretch
!
"
,
but
I
’
ve
made
up
my
mind
,
and
if
Fred
asks
me
,
I
shall
accept
him
,
though
I
’
m
not
madly
in
love
.
I
like
him
,
and
we
get
on
comfortably
together
.
He
is
handsome
,
young
,
clever
enough
,
and
very
rich
—
ever
so
much
richer
than
the
Laurences
.
I
don
’
t
think
his
family
would
object
,
and
I
should
be
very
happy
,
for
they
are
all
kind
,
well
-
bred
,
generous
people
,
and
they
like
me
.
Fred
,
as
the
eldest
twin
,
will
have
the
estate
,
I
suppose
,
and
such
a
splendid
one
it
is
!
A
city
house
in
a
fashionable
street
,
not
so
showy
as
our
big
houses
,
but
twice
as
comfortable
and
full
of
solid
luxury
,
such
as
English
people
believe
in
.
I
like
it
,
for
it
’
s
genuine
.
I
’
ve
seen
the
plate
,
the
family
jewels
,
the
old
servants
,
and
pictures
of
the
country
place
,
with
its
park
,
great
house
,
lovely
grounds
,
and
fine
horses
.
Oh
,
it
would
be
all
I
should
ask
!
And
I
’
d
rather
have
it
than
any
title
such
as
girls
snap
up
so
readily
,
and
find
nothing
behind
.
I
may
be
mercenary
,
but
I
hate
poverty
,
and
don
’
t
mean
to
bear
it
a
minute
longer
than
I
can
help
.
One
of
us
must
marry
well
.
Meg
didn
’
t
,
Jo
won
’
t
,
Beth
can
’
t
yet
,
so
I
shall
,
and
make
everything
okay
all
round
.
I
wouldn
’
t
marry
a
man
I
hated
or
despised
.
You
may
be
sure
of
that
,
and
though
Fred
is
not
my
model
hero
,
he
does
very
well
,
and
in
time
I
should
get
fond
enough
of
him
if
he
was
very
fond
of
me
,
and
let
me
do
just
as
I
liked
.
So
I
’
ve
been
turning
the
matter
over
in
my
mind
the
last
week
,
for
it
was
impossible
to
help
seeing
that
Fred
liked
me
.
He
said
nothing
,
but
little
things
showed
it
.
He
never
goes
with
Flo
,
always
gets
on
my
side
of
the
carriage
,
table
,
or
promenade
,
looks
sentimental
when
we
are
alone
,
and
frowns
at
anyone
else
who
ventures
to
speak
to
me
.
Yesterday
at
dinner
,
when
an
Austrian
officer
stared
at
us
and
then
said
something
to
his
friend
,
a
rakish
-
looking
baron
,
about
‘
ein
wonderschones
Blondchen
’
,
Fred
looked
as
fierce
as
a
lion
,
and
cut
his
meat
so
savagely
it
nearly
flew
off
his
plate
.
He
isn
’
t
one
of
the
cool
,
stiff
Englishmen
,
but
is
rather
peppery
,
for
he
has
Scotch
blood
in
him
,
as
one
might
guess
from
his
bonnie
blue
eyes
.
Well
,
last
evening
we
went
up
to
the
castle
about
sunset
,
at
least
all
of
us
but
Fred
,
who
was
to
meet
us
there
after
going
to
the
Post
Restante
for
letters
.
We
had
a
charming
time
poking
about
the
ruins
,
the
vaults
where
the
monster
tun
is
,
and
the
beautiful
gardens
made
by
the
elector
long
ago
for
his
English
wife
.
I
liked
the
great
terrace
best
,
for
the
view
was
divine
,
so
while
the
rest
went
to
see
the
rooms
inside
,
I
sat
there
trying
to
sketch
the
gray
stone
lion
’
s
head
on
the
wall
,
with
scarlet
woodbine
sprays
hanging
round
it
.
I
felt
as
if
I
’
d
got
into
a
romance
,
sitting
there
,
watching
the
Neckar
rolling
through
the
valley
,
listening
to
the
music
of
the
Austrian
band
below
,
and
waiting
for
my
lover
,
like
a
real
storybook
girl
.
I
had
a
feeling
that
something
was
going
to
happen
and
I
was
ready
for
it
.
I
didn
’
t
feel
blushy
or
quakey
,
but
quite
cool
and
only
a
little
excited
.
By
-
and
-
by
I
heard
Fred
’
s
voice
,
and
then
he
came
hurrying
through
the
great
arch
to
find
me
.
He
looked
so
troubled
that
I
forgot
all
about
myself
,
and
asked
what
the
matter
was
.
He
said
he
’
d
just
got
a
letter
begging
him
to
come
home
,
for
Frank
was
very
ill
.
So
he
was
going
at
once
on
the
night
train
and
only
had
time
to
say
good
-
by
.
I
was
very
sorry
for
him
,
and
disappointed
for
myself
,
but
only
for
a
minute
because
he
said
,
as
he
shook
hands
,
and
said
it
in
a
way
that
I
could
not
mistake
,
"
I
shall
soon
come
back
,
you
won
’
t
forget
me
,
Amy
?
"
I
didn
’
t
promise
,
but
I
looked
at
him
,
and
he
seemed
satisfied
,
and
there
was
no
time
for
anything
but
messages
and
good
-
byes
,
for
he
was
off
in
an
hour
,
and
we
all
miss
him
very
much
.
I
know
he
wanted
to
speak
,
but
I
think
,
from
something
he
once
hinted
,
that
he
had
promised
his
father
not
to
do
anything
of
the
sort
yet
a
while
,
for
he
is
a
rash
boy
,
and
the
old
gentleman
dreads
a
foreign
daughter
-
in
-
law
