"Perhaps we may yet discover something," said the Doctor. "I have some
experience in masonry. As a boy I found opportunity while our house was
building, to obtain a fair degree of knowledge in statics and climbing
rafters. It is well that the tyrant leaves us alone. Do you entertain
the daughter, I will meanwhile sound the walls."
Whoever has followed an uncertain scent knows full well how difficult
on a near approach are things that at a distance appeared easy. While
at first the deceitful Goddess of Hope paints all favorable chances in
bright colors, the very work of searching raises all possible doubts.
The alluring picture fades, despondency and weariness cast their
shadows across it; and what in the beginning was a happy venture
becomes at last a mere effort of perseverance.
_CHAPTER IV_.
THE OLD HOUSE.
The Proprietor re-entered with his whip in his hand and behind him the
stately maiden of the churchyard. "This is my daughter Ilse; she will
represent me."
The friends bowed. It was the same beautiful countenance; but instead
of exalted emotion, there now rested on her features a business-like
dignity. She greeted the gentlemen calmly, and invited them to
breakfast in the next room. She expressed herself simply, but again the
friends listened with admiration to the deep tones of her melodious
voice.
"Before you begin your search you must sit down at my table; it is our
custom," said the host, in better humor--on him also the presence of
the daughter had a softening influence, "We meet again at noon." So
saying, he departed.
The friends followed into the next room--a large dining-apartment.
There were chairs along the wall; in the middle a long table, at the
upper end of which three covers were laid. The young girl seated
herself between the gentlemen and offered them a cold repast. "When I
saw you in the churchyard, I thought that you would visit my father;
the table has been set for you for some time." The friends ate a
little, and thanked her still more.
"I regret that our coming should make such a demand on your time," said
the Professor, gravely.
"My task is easy," answered the young girl. "I fear that yours will
give you more trouble. There are many sitting-rooms in the house as
well as bedrooms and attics."
"I have already told your father," answered the Professor, laughing,
"that it is not our intention to examine the building like masons. Pray
look upon us as curious people who only wish to see this remarkable
house, in so far as it would otherwise be opened to guests."
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