raged by an enthusiastic woman what may they not effect in our times in this poor youth; who knows the misery that is still before me!"
"For God`s sake, my Lord," exclaimed old Frantz, rushing in, "what is the matter with our son; there he is running up the vineyard without a hat, and the storm is fast gathering. Oh, if you had but not scolded him! He will never indeed give up the lady!"
"How do you know," asked the father, "that the conversation related to her?"
"He ran by me," replied Frantz, "and looked at me with that very peculiar, fierce expression, which he only has, if any one speaks of the Lady Christine; then only he stamps his feet; he has thrown down the apple-tree there, and kicked back his own Hector that was running after him, which he never does at any other time; some harm will yet befall our Edmond."
"May God watch over him," said his father; at that moment a flash of light-
