know, Otto, often as thou hast sat quiet and dreaming, silent as a
statue, have I thought of my mill, and the repose which it
presented? and yet how wildly the stream roared in its bosom, how
the wheels rushed round, and how gloomy it was in the depth!"

"We will leave the mill!" said Otto, and sought to lead her from
her reflections back to her own relation. "We find ourselves in the
wood, where the ringing of the evening-bell reaches our ear from
the little chapel in Franche Compte."

"There stands my father's house!" said Rosalie. "From the corner-window
one looks over the wood toward Aubernez, [Author's Note: A village
in the canton Neufchatel, lying close upon the river Doub, where
it forms the boundary between Switzerland and France.] where the
ridge leads over the Doub. The sun shines upon the river, which,
far below, winds along, gleaming like the clearest silver."

"And the whole of France spreads itself out before us!" said Otto.

"How beautiful! O, how beautiful!" exclaimed Rosalie, and her eyes
sparkled as she gazed before her; but soon her glance became sad,
and she pressed Otto's hand. "No one will welcome me to my home! I
know neither their joys nor their sorrows--they are not my own
family! In Denmark--I am at home. When the cold sea-mist spreads
itself over the heath I often fancy I am living among my mountains,
where the heather grows. The mist seems to me then to be a snow-cloud
which rests over the mountains, and thus, when other people are
complaining of the bad weather, I am up among my mountains!"

"Thou wilt then remove to the family at Lemvig?" asked Otto.