'Well, well, you need only see these gentlemen at dinner,' he said, completely ignoring the last remark. 'They will be out in the woods all day.' 'And you with them, I suppose,' said Hedwig. 'We hoped we might at least have you for one day to ourselves.' Edmund laughed outright. 'How very flattering! But your nature seems to have undergone a wonderful change, Hedwig. In former times I never remarked in you this romantic fancy for solitude. Have you grown misanthropic?' 'No; I am only tired,' said the young girl, in a low voice, which certainly bespoke profound weariness. 'How can a girl of eighteen feel tired when there is some pleasure or a party in view?' Edmund returned in a tone of banter, and then went on in the old vein, alternately teasing and coaxing his betrothed. It was quite a firework-display of wit and humour, the jests following each other in quick rocket-like succession, but the old spirit was wanting to them. This was no longer the bright, saucy badinage in which the young Count had so excelled of old. Hedwig was right. There was something wild and spasmodic in his gaiety, which was far too loud and tempestuous to be natural. His mirth turned to mockery, his satire to a sneer. Then his laughter was so shrill and his eyes shone with so feverish a glow that it was almost painful to see and hear him. Old Everard now came in, and announced that the messenger, who was going over to Brunneck, was awaiting his orders without. Fräulein Rüstow had said there was a letter she desired to send. Hedwig rose and left the drawing-room, and almost simultaneously Edmund stood up and would have followed her out, but the Countess called him back. 'Have you anything to say to the messenger?' 'Yes, mother. I was going to send word over to Brunneck that they might reckon on our coming the day after to-morrow.' 'That is quite understood. Besides, Hedwig has repeated it in her note to her father. There is no necessity for you to add a message.' 'I obey orders, mother.' The young Count, who had already gained the door, closed it rather reluctantly, appearing undecided as to whether he should return to his former seat or not. 'I give no orders,' said the Countess. 'I only mean that Hedwig will in all probability not be absent more than five minutes, and that you need not so anxiously seek a pretext for avoiding a _tête-à-tête_ with me.' 'I!' exclaimed the Count. 'I have never----'