At length he "came to himself," _i. e_. to his wife; the strong image of Leibgeber had buoyed him up from the sharp stones which strewed the present; the dear old friend, who had clipped out the bride's profile up in the choir on the wedding-day, and been with them in the early weeks of their honeymoon, seemed to fling a chain of flower-wreaths about him and draw him closer to the silent form by his side. "Well darling, and how are you getting on?" he said, awaking from his reverie and taking her hand, now that all was peace again between them. She had, however, the feminine peculiarity or foible, habit at all events, of being much quicker to show that she was vexed than that her anger was over; of, at all events, being slow to show the latter; and of commencing a reconsideration of all the matters in dispute at the very moment that amends have been made and accepted, and pardon begged and granted. There are very few married women indeed who will put their hand into their husbands', and say "There, I'm good again," without a very considerable hesitation and delay; unmarried women are much more ready to do it. Wendeline _did_ hold hers out, but did it too coldly, and drew it away again in a great hurry, to take up the table-cloth, which she asked him to help her to smooth and fold up. He did this smilingly--she gravely giving her whole attention to the process of folding the long white parallelogram into exact squares--and at length, when the last and thickest square was arrived at, he held it fast there--she pulled, trying to look very serious--he looked at her very fondly and tenderly--she couldn't help smiling at this and then he took the tablecloth from her, pressed it and himself with it to her heart, and said, in her arms, "Little thief! how can you be so naughty to your old ragamuffin of a Siebenkæs, or whatever his name may be?" And now the rainbow of a brighter future appeared shining above the fast ebbing flood which had risen as high as their hearts so lately---- But, my dears, rainbows now-a-days very often mean just the reverse of what the first was said to signify. The prize he awarded to his queen of the rose-feast of the heart was to ask her to let him take a profile of her pretty face, that Peltzstiefel might find a joy and a present waiting for him on the morrow. I think I shall just trace an outline of his outline-tracing for people of taste in this place; but I must stipulate that nobody is to expect a pen to be a painter's brush--or a painter's brush to be an engraver's style--or an engraver's style a flower anther, generating generation upon generation of lilies and roses.