I could here hold up my hand and take oath that the bridegroom was quite as much moved as myself, if not more so; at all events, when he gently wiped the Auricula dust from the blossom-face, so that the flowers there were seen to bloom unobscured. But he had to be careful how he carried about that heart of his--so full to the brim of the potion of love, and tears of gladness--lest it should run over in the presence of the jovial hairdresser and the serious Schulrath, to his shame. Effusion was a thing he never permitted himself. All strong feeling, even of the purest, he hid away, and hardened over: he always thought of poets and actors, who let on the waterworks of their emotions to play for show; and there was no one, on the whole, at whom he bantered so much as at himself. For these reasons, his face to-day was drawn and crinkled by a queer, laughing, embarrassment, and only his eyes, where the moisture gleamed, told of the better side of this condition. As he noticed presently that he wasn't masking himself sufficiently by merely playing the part of barber's mate, and commissary of provisions (of the breakfast), he adopted stronger measures, and began to exhibit himself and his movable property in as favourable a light as possible to Lenette, inquiring of her whether she didn't think her room "nicely situated," and saying, "I can see into the senate house window, on to the great table, and all the ink bottles. Several of these chairs I got last spring at a third of their value, and very handsome they are, don't you think so? My good old grandfather's chair here, though" (he had sat down in it, and laid his lean arms on the chair's stuffed ones), "does, I think, take the precedence in the grandfather dance:[11] 'how they so softly rest,' arm upon arm! The flowers upon my table-cloth are rather cleverly done, but the coffee-tray is considered the better work of the two, I am given to understand, on account of its flora being japanned; however, they both do their best in the flower line. My Leyser with his pigskin 'Meditations' is a great ornament to the room: the kitchen, though, is the place--better still than this room; there are pots, all ranged side by side--and all sorts of things--the hare-skinner and the hare-spit--my father used to shoot the hares for these." The bride smiled on him so contentedly that I must almost believe she had heard the greater part of the story of the 100_l_. (with interest) in her Fuggery through twenty united ear- and speaking-trumpets. I shall be the more inclined to believe this if the public should happen to be looking forward eagerly to the hour when he is to hand it over to her.