Georg adapted his singing to hers and his eyes, whenever they were raised from the notes, rested on her face.

Henrica sought to meet the Junker's glance, but always in vain, yet she wished to divert his attention from the young wife, and it tortured her to remain unnoticed.

Some impulse urged her to surpass Maria, and the whole passionate wealth of her nature rang out in her singing.

Her fervor swept the others along.
Maria's treble rose exultantly above the German's musical voice, and Henrica's tones blended angrily yet triumphantly in the strain.

The delighted and inspired musician beat the time and, borne away by the liquid melody of Henrica's voice, revelled in sweet recollections of her sister.
When the serenade was finished, he eagerly cried: "Again!" The rivalry between the singers commenced with fresh vigor, and this time the Junker's beaming gaze met the young wife's eyes.