suaded that Rose was a thousand times more beautiful.
"Countess," he said,—and became embarrassed when he met her clear bright eye fixed upon him.
"Prince," said the Countess, "an hour ago you were somewhat too bold."
"Fair Countess, I am therefore at this present moment the more quiet."
"So much the better. I shall not, then, be obliged to keep out of your way."
"Fair lady, allow me to ask one question. Have you put on a nun's gown to do penance for your sins?"
"I have nothing to do penance for."
"But you have, Countess!—your cruelties—your injustice to the poor Brahmin yonder, who seems neglected by his God and all the world."
The beautiful Carmelite cast down her eyes, and appeared uneasy.
"And do you know, fair Countess, that in the Freudenwald affair the Chamberlain is as innocent as I am?"
"As you, Prince?" said the Countess, frowning; a what did you tell me an hour ago?"
"You are right, dear Countess, I was too bold. You said so yourself. But now I declare to you the Chamberlain was obliged to go to Freudenwald by command of the Queen-mother—against his
