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REJOICING AT MAX’S HOME. 293 the town on its shores lay bathed in bright sunshine; the mountains, wreathed around in thin mist, rose half shadowy in the distance. Rudolph Brunnow’s house, once so small and unpretending, was much more handsome of aspect now. The garden had been nearly doubled in size by purchase of the ad- jacent lots of ground, and the dwelling-house itself had been rebuilt and considerably enlarged, room. now _ being required in it for two families. Young Dr. Brunnow was in the habit of going his rounds in the morning, but on this particular day his patients looked for him in vain. Max stood idly in the garden, talking to a guest who had arrived half an hour before. “Come with me now, George, that I may have you to myself a little,” said he, urgently. “If my father gets hold of you, he will not let you out of his hands again, and I consider your visit is to me in the first place. It wasasurprise! I had no idea you were in Switzerland.” “Tcame on an Official errand,” replied George; “a mission to our embassy at B My business there was settled more quickly than I expected, and I could not refuse myself the pleasure of looking in upon you on my return journey.” The last four years had wrought but little change in Winterfeld. He had grown somewhat more manly, more matured, and his carriage, always calm and assured, had gained in dignity. The former transparent pallor of his complexion had long since yielded to the brighter tint of health; but his brow, once so clear, was clouded by a shadow, and the beautiful blue eyes, which in the old days had been grave only, were somber now, gloomy even, in their expression. This man of two and thirty, so fortunate in his position and pros- pects, seemed to carry about with him some secret care which took all zest from life. Max Brunnow’s appearance, on the other hand, completely bore out his assertion that he found himself very comfort- able in this good-for-nothing world, and amply testified to the fact that Agnes had quickly learned to excel in all matronly virtues, GEomicbooks (EO)