hatred against her. A blow to vanity is terrible, and it is a blow
which the humblest and weakest can give as well as the most powerful,
in the contempt or even the indifference expressed for the pursuit in
which we are interested, or for the object which we have attained.
So much of our opinion of the value of an object depends on the price
which others set upon it, that it is sufficient to know others are
indifferent to it for ourselves to undervalue it. But Marguerite went
forward in her career of happiness, quite ignorant of the dislike she
was leaving behind her. She told Frederick the truth, that she loved
Dumiger, and kindly added, that but for this circumstance she might
one day have loved him; and then with a light heart she left the
splendid palace for the abode of poverty.

They moved on together, those two young and loving beings, and so
intent were they on their own happiness, so concentrated in each
other, that they did not observe how the crowd through which they
passed fell back in admiration: but at last Dumiger caught the
expressions of their faces, and saw the glance which accompanied them,
and then he almost looked nobly born, so proud became his step and
steadfast his gaze. The long market (surrounded with its fantastic
gables, strange, rickety, and picturesque, which looked us though they
retained the expression of the angular, quaint, rococo faces of those
by whom the houses were formerly tenanted) was crowded with all that
was gay and animated in Dantzic; around the fountains, somewhat rude
in their execution but admirable in their models, the peasants from
the neighborhood were congregated. Presently the crowd, which had
momentarily become greater and still greater, swayed backward and
forward like the tide in a harbor when a noble vessel enters its
gates. They made place for a herald, who rode on horseback surrounded
by his deputies, and gave notice in an audible voice that on that day