As she slowly and languidly opened her large hazel eyes, her thoughts collected themselves in the gradient manner; and when her glance encountered that of her unknown friend, who was bending over her with an expression of deep interest on his features, there flashed upon her mind a recollection of all that had so recently taken place. "Where am I?" she demanded, starting up, and casting her eyes wildly around her. "In the abode of one who will not injure you," answered the stranger, in a kind and melodious tone. "But who are you? and wherefore have you brought me hither?" exclaimed Agnes. "Oh! remember--you spoke of that old man--my grandfather--the shepherd of the Black Forest----" "You shall see him--you shall be restored to him," answered the stranger. "But will he receive me--will he not spurn me from him?" asked Agnes, in a wildly impassioned--almost hysterical tone. "The voice of pity cannot refuse to heave a sigh for thy fall," was the response. "If thou wast guilty in abandoning one who loved thee so tenderly, and whose earthly reliance was on thee, he, whom you did so abandon, has not the less need to ask pardon of thee. For he speedily forgot his darling Agnes--he traveled the world over, yet sought her not--her image was, as it were, effaced from his memory. But when accident----" "Oh! signor, you are mistaken--you know not the old man whom I deserted, and who was a shepherd on the verge of the Black Forest!" interrupted Agnes, in a tone expressive of bitter disappointment, "for he, who loved me so well, was old--very old, and could not possibly accomplish those long wanderings of which you speak. Indeed, if he be still alive--but that is scarcely possible----" And she burst into tears. "Agnes," cried the stranger, "the venerable shepherd of whom you speak accomplished those wanderings in spite of the ninety winters which marked his age. He is alive, too----" "He is alive!" ejaculated the lady, with reviving hopes. "He is alive--and at this moment in Florence!" was the emphatic answer. "Did I not ere now tell thee as much in the church?" "Yes--I remember--but my brain is confused!" murmured Agnes, pressing her beautiful white hands upon her polished brow. "Oh, if he be indeed alive--and so near me as you say--delay not in conducting me to him; for he is now the only being on earth to whom I dare look for solace and sympathy." "You are even now beneath the roof of your grandfather's dwelling," said the stranger, speaking slowly and anxiously watching the effect which this announcement was calculated to produce upon her to whom he addressed himself.