"'Now, farewell!' said Auriola. 'Thou hast beheld. Thy life is troubled, as are the feelings which sway thy heart. Love truly and wholly, as aforetime thou lovedst me, and the mirror of thought will again display its clear bright pictures. "Auriola took the pitcher, and her bare feet, scarcely disturbing the faded blades of grass, glided towards the margin of the spring, where she melted into air. * * * * * "Emma and Bolko were united in holy matrimony. The halls of Castle T---- overflowed with joyous guests. Music delighted the noble visitors during the marriage-feast, and a happier scene could not be imagined. All hearts joined in wishing prosperity to the bridal pair, and the latter seemed to entertain no fears for their bright future. The banquet over, the guests, preceded by the newly-married couple, withdrew to the adjoining saloon. The old knights seated themselves in the niches of the windows, having still many goblets to empty over the dice-box, whilst the younger spirits disposed themselves for dancing. Bolko, with his high-born bride, commenced the ball. If they were happy before, they were now at the very porch of a terrestrial heaven. They made but short pauses in their pleasure, and these only that they might mingle again the more intensely in the delightful measure. "It was during the jocund dance that Bolko's doublet suddenly opened, and the mysterious little box flew out. The bridegroom was made aware of the accident by the exclamations of his partner. "'Oh! look, look, Bolko! See that magnificent butterfly! How singular at this season of the year!' "Emma caught at the little beauty, and Bolko discovered his fault. "'Hold, hold!' said he, in a whisper. 'That is no butterfly for thee, my love! Its colours play for me alone!' "Emma looked enquiringly at her husband, then more closely at the little box, glowing in a fire of colours, and she beheld the golden hair chain to which it was attached. "'A chain too! and what beautiful hair!' The maiden caught at the prize, and continued, 'Who gave thee this hair and the sweet case! Dearest Bolko, to whom does it belong? Why have you never mentioned this? What need was there of secresy?' "Emma sobbed, and Bolko hardly knowing what excuse to offer, withdrew her to a neighbouring room. "'Promise me, dearest Emma,' said he, 'to be calm and patient, and you shall know every thing.' "The young wife looked at him distrustfully. "'Make known to me the history and contents of the little box, and I will restrain my curiosity until----to-morrow.' "'Content, my beloved, so let it be; as we return to Gottmar all shall be cleared up.' "'Oh, I unhappy!' exclaimed the girl, bursting into tears. "'Say rather _happy_, dearest. Since all our happiness flows from the history of this chain; from this alone. Sweetest, let us return to the dance.'