From the next morning commenced, so it seemed to him, a new chapter in his life.

Byron's "Farewell" sounded in his ears like an old melody:-- "Fare thee well, and if forever, Still for ever fare thee well." At break of day the carriage rolled away with him and old Rosalie.

Both were silent; the carriage moved slowly along the deep ruts.

Otto looked back once more.

A lark rose, singing above him.
"It will be a beautiful day!" said the coachman; his words and the song of the lark Rosalie regarded as a good omen for Otto's whole journey..