"The priest listened to the account of Auriola's appearance with secret delight, and did not fail to comfort the unhappy youth. Bolko, restored to peace, passed the night in blissful dreams. Once more the sweet form of the Moor Maiden floated before him--once more the magical pictures gleamed, ravishing his senses. With sunrise he quitted the castle, and obeyed the sorcery that allured him to the moor. All fear and alarm had disappeared. Solitude, erewhile so hateful to him, was now enchanting! The stony, brown, and barren plain, the gloomy confines of the wood, the vapours of the boggy soil, united to create an earthly paradise. He took his seat upon the margin of the limpid spring, and, gazing on the charmed waters, invoked the presence of the fair magician. Auriola, however, appeared not. At noon he quitted the moor unsatisfied, but the approach of evening found him there again. Still she came not, and nothing remained to assure him of the reality of his former interview but the illuminated winged cloud of butterflies which, like a living rainbow, overarched the spring. Impatient and distressed, the ardent lover scoured the extensive moor, and at last approached the borders of the forest. Suddenly he saw--scarce twenty paces from him--the wished-for figure gliding through the rustling grass, the earthen pitcher drooping from her hand. Auriola regarded him not, but waved the vessel gracefully around her head, scattering its contents in glittering jets, that leaped about her like garlands of the precious diamond. "'Auriola!' exclaimed the boy, rushing forward as he spoke. 'My own Auriola--mine, now and for ever!' He threw himself before her, seized her hand, and in an instant fixed a golden ring upon her taper finger. "The maiden offered no resistance. But when the passionate Bolko rose from the ground, and was about to embrace his beloved, she lifted the ring-decked hand, and, in a voice of touching melancholy, exclaimed-- "'Behold!' "Bolko followed the direction of her finger. Over the live and swarming cloud there appeared, now here, now there, the apparition of the previous evening; only that to-day it was larger and more distinct, and continued longer to the view. "Bolko recognised, to his astonishment, the forms of Auriola and himself. "'What does this mean?' said Bolko. 'Is it reality or illusion?' "'Thou beholdest!' answered Auriola. 'The air abhors falsehood, and reflects nothing but truth.' "Bolko advanced. Auriola waved the pitcher, and the vision was lost. "'Wilt thou be constant?' asked the maid. 'Misery is mine if thou canst forget this day and its betrothal.'