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He
was
to
have
paid
us
a
visit
of
some
weeks
,
and
we
had
expected
his
arrival
next
day
.
He
was
to
have
brought
with
him
a
young
lady
,
his
niece
and
ward
,
Mademoiselle
Rheinfeldt
,
whom
I
had
never
seen
,
but
whom
I
had
heard
described
as
a
very
charming
girl
,
and
in
whose
society
I
had
promised
myself
many
happy
days
.
I
was
more
disappointed
than
a
young
lady
living
in
a
town
,
or
a
bustling
neighborhood
can
possibly
imagine
.
This
visit
,
and
the
new
acquaintance
it
promised
,
had
furnished
my
day
dream
for
many
weeks
"
And
how
soon
does
he
come
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Not
till
autumn
.
Not
for
two
months
,
I
dare
say
,
"
he
answered
.
"
And
I
am
very
glad
now
,
dear
,
that
you
never
knew
Mademoiselle
Rheinfeldt
.
"
"
And
why
?
"
I
asked
,
both
mortified
and
curious
.
"
Because
the
poor
young
lady
is
dead
,
"
he
replied
.
"
I
quite
forgot
I
had
not
told
you
,
but
you
were
not
in
the
room
when
I
received
the
General
's
letter
this
evening
.
"
I
was
very
much
shocked
.
General
Spielsdorf
had
mentioned
in
his
first
letter
,
six
or
seven
weeks
before
,
that
she
was
not
so
well
as
he
would
wish
her
,
but
there
was
nothing
to
suggest
the
remotest
suspicion
of
danger
.
"
Here
is
the
General
's
letter
,
"
he
said
,
handing
it
to
me
.
"
I
am
afraid
he
is
in
great
affliction
;
the
letter
appears
to
me
to
have
been
written
very
nearly
in
distraction
.
"
We
sat
down
on
a
rude
bench
,
under
a
group
of
magnificent
lime
trees
.
The
sun
was
setting
with
all
its
melancholy
splendor
behind
the
sylvan
horizon
,
and
the
stream
that
flows
beside
our
home
,
and
passes
under
the
steep
old
bridge
I
have
mentioned
,
wound
through
many
a
group
of
noble
trees
,
almost
at
our
feet
,
reflecting
in
its
current
the
fading
crimson
of
the
sky
.
General
Spielsdorf
's
letter
was
so
extraordinary
,
so
vehement
,
and
in
some
places
so
self-contradictory
,
that
I
read
it
twice
over
--
the
second
time
aloud
to
my
father
--
and
was
still
unable
to
account
for
it
,
except
by
supposing
that
grief
had
unsettled
his
mind
.
It
said
"
I
have
lost
my
darling
daughter
,
for
as
such
I
loved
her
.
During
the
last
days
of
dear
Bertha
's
illness
I
was
not
able
to
write
to
you
.
