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Princess Eleanor. IIS XXI. Thank heaven! How many times have I sighed that exclamation. - He is innocent. The noblest man in all the world—the one most worthy of my love ! . And I have spent six days, Amy—six days for which I deserve all the joys of a happy future. But you are impatient to hear what has happened. I could write nothing but tears until to-day, so I preferred not writing at all. When Fanny entered the artist’s house she found it in the greatest confusion. A duel had taken place : Walter had been slightly, Werdan seriously, wounded. After having been told this, the silly girl gave her raessage all the same, but the landlady informed her that the young man would most certainly not be able to go out of the house for a long time. Fanny went daily to ask how Walter was. Yesterday he sent word that he would be in the garden towards evening, I ordered a fire in the pavilion, and was quite delighted when Dorothy got ready about four o’clock to spend a long evening with a friend of hers. Ernest had gone to an Assembly. You can well imagine how my heart beat when Fanny came to say that Herr Impach was waiting for me in the pavilion. I had scarcely thrown my fur cloak over my shoulders when my conscience revolted against what I was about to do. . I threw the cloak down, and said to myself, “If I have all the defects of our rank, let me exercise at least some of the virtues that belong to it. A Waldemberg has no business to give a secret rendezvous in the garden. What I do I will do openly.” “Take Herr Impach into my small sitting-room,” I said to Fanny. Do you think, Amy, that it was the absence of Ernest and Dorothy that gave me such confidence? With anything but a firm step I entered the room, where he awaited me. He rose, and slowly moved to meet me. ‘I could not come before, as you desired. A slight wound in my shoulder ——” “The consequence of a duel with Count Werdan,” I interrupted. “You know that also?” “ Does this aso imply a confession of your guilt ?” I asked. “You believe in my guilt?” he said, and shrank back. “Have you for a moment deemed me the most wretched villain on earth? and do you summon me here to listen to such a confession from my own lips?” "He dropped into a seat. I feared for a moment that‘ he ‘would comicbooks.com