Suppose you follow him ?" "Gladly, gladly, if you will accompany me." "Excuse me to-day; there comes my knight." Ulrich had remained absent a long time, but Claudia had not noticed it.

Now he bowed to the gentlemen, offered her his arm, and as they descended the staircase, whispered: "The mask who escorted you just now detained me;--and there...

see, they are picking him up down there in the court-yard .-- He attacked me...." "You have--you...." "'They came to his assistance immediately.

He barred my way with his unsheathed blade." Claudia hastily drew her hand from the artist's arm, exclaiming in a low, anxious tone: "Go, go, unhappy man, whoever you may be! It was Luigi Grimani; it was a Grimani! You are lost, if they find you.

Go, if you love your life, go at once!" So ended the Shrove-Tuesday, which had begun so gloriously for the young artist.