About the time all this was taking place, something else occurred which most of you will readily recall. It happened at the time the King and Queen were married. That was a time of many processions, when arches of honor were erected in all the squares, and when there arose, everywhere, the peculiar odor of spruce-boughs and of burning illuminants. And the life of the King and Queen was far different from that of Little Johannes. They had to be decked often with beautiful clothes, and then as often to be undressed, to parade, to sit in state, to listen to wearisome harangues, to live through long dinners, and to be forever bowing and smiling. Such was their life. To Johannes all this excitement and these joyful festivities seemed but a motley background against which his own sombre trouble was all the more sharply in relief. Although everybody was concerned about the King and Queen, and no one at all about Little Johannes, he yet found himself and his own sorrow none the less important. You are aware that these festivities lasted for several weeks, and took place in every town in the land. In the evening of the day about which I last told you, there was a great display of fireworks on the beach, and Johannes, with the entire household, went to see it. And there, in the midst of all that crowding and shouting, he had, for the first time, a chance to speak with the beloved friend who had caused him so much suffering. Marjon he had not seen, and he knew not if she was gone; but the countess seemed as friendly and as cheerful as ever, and she had not questioned him. On the terrace from which they watched the golden columns rush skyward with a hiss, and the "pin-wheels" sizzle and fizz, accompanied by the "a-a-a-ahs!" of admiration from the dark, moving mass of people--there, he ventured in an undertone to speak to her. "What did you really think of me yesterday, Mevrouw?" "Well," replied the countess, rather coldly, continuing to look at the fireworks, "you have not come up to my expectations, Johannes." "What do you mean? Why not?" asked Johannes, sick at heart. "Oh, you know very well. I was aware that you had plain connections, and were not descended from a distinguished family; but I hoped to make that good, in some degree, through my own influence. Yet I had not thought you so ordinary as that." "But what do you mean?" The lady cast a disdainful glance upon him. "Would you care to hear it spoken, word for word? Liaisons, then--with inferiors. And at your age, too. How could you?" In a flash Johannes comprehended. "Oh, Mevrouw--but you mistake--completely. I am not in the least enamored of that girl, but formerly she was my little comrade, and she thinks a great deal of me. She saw that I was unhappy yesterday, and then she came to sympathize with me." "Sympathize?" asked the countess, hesitatingly, and not without irony, of which Johannes, however, was unconscious.