genealogical descent to Indians. But you do not look like a German
either, with your beautiful dark hair and eyebrows."

She took this personal compliment in good part as she answered
quickly:

"There is some reason for that too. Just as you have Indian, I have
French blood in my veins. My father's mother was a Colonial, her
maiden name was Du Binache."

So they gossiped on like old acquaintances. Young and beautiful as
they were, they found the deepest pleasure in one another, and the
cold feeling of strangeness melted as by a charm. They were awakened
to the consciousness that half an hour earlier neither of them had
an idea of the other's existence, by the appearance of a girl in the
gap in the wall, who seemed very much surprised at the sight of
their evident intimacy. The young lady stood up rather hastily and
went a few steps toward the newcomer, a servant-maid, who had
brought a cloak for her mistress, and took charge of her album,
sunshade, and large straw hat.

"Is it so late already?" she said, with a naive surprise, which left
no room for doubt even to Wilhelm's modesty.

"Certainly, fraulein," said the maid, pointing with her hand to the
distant mountain, whose peaks were already clothed with the orange
hue of twilight; then she looked alternately at her young mistress
and the strange gentleman, whose handsome face she inwardly noted.

"Do you think of making any stay here?" asked the young lady of