that forewarned was forearmed, told me very strange and pretty stories; of some a report had reached me before"
"And yet you came to Strelsau?"
"While of others I had not heard."
"Or you would not have come to Strelsau?"
The Grand Duke, not heeding these questions, proceeded to his conclusion.
"Love, therefore," said he, "is very various. For M. de Mérosailles"
"These are old stories," cried Osra, pretending to stop her ears.
"Loved in one way, and Stephen the smith in another, and—the Miller of Hofbau in a third."
"I think," said Osra, "that I have forgotten the Miller of Hofbau. But can one heart love in many different ways? I know that different men love differently."
"But cannot one heart love in different ways?" he smiled.
"May be," said Osra thoughtfully, "one heart can have loved." But then she suddenly looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "No, no," she cried, "it was not love. It was"
"What was it?"
"The courtiers entertained me till the
