fear this meeting! it will be bitter! I must away. I will hence--
here will my life-germ be stifled! I have indeed fortune--I will
travel! This animated France will drive away these whims, and--I am
away, far removed from my home. In the coming spring I shall be a
stranger among strangers!" And his thoughts melted into a quiet
melancholy. In this manner he reached the hall.



CHAPTER XVIII

"L'Angleterre jalouse et la Grece homerique,
Toute l'Europe admire, et la jeune Amerique
Se leve et bat des mains du bord des oceans.
Trois jours vous ont suffi pour briser vos entraves.
Vous etes les aines d'une race de braves,
Vous etes les fits des geans!"
V. HUGO, Chants du Crepuscule.

"Politiken, mine Herrer!"
MORTONS' Lystspil: den Hjemkomne Nabob

"In France there is revolution!" was the first piece of information
which Otto related. "Charles X. has flown with his family. This,
they say, is in the German papers."

"Revolution?" repeated Rosalie, and folded her hands. "Unhappy
France! Blood has flowed there, and it again flows. There I lost my
father and my brother. I became a refugee--must seek for myself a
new father-land." She wiped away a tear from her cheek, and sunk