we are alone here. And even were we to suffer cold and hunger, I

could bear it better far than the shrugging of Madame Werner's shoulders. I have learned to hate my fellow-creatures," said she, vehemently. "When you have been with papa, I will come down,

and then you must show me the house, the farm, and the village. I want to see where my poor pony is, and
what the people about look like." The baroness now returned, and led Anton into her husband's room. Helpless and confused, the baron rose from his chair. Anton felt the deepest compassion for him. He looked at his sunken face, bent figure, and the black bandage over his eyes. He warmly declared his ardent wish to be of use to him, and begged his indulgence if he had in any way
erred in judgment hitherto. Then he proceeded to te ll him how he found the estate, and what
had been done up to the present time. The bar