The enmity, I hope, will cease, now that the Princess Mary is to marry the Dauphin." This confirmation of a rumor which I had already heard was anything but welcome.

However, it sensitized the feeling Max entertained for his unknown lady-love, and strengthened his resolution to pursue his journey to Burgundy at whatever cost.
I led Franz to speak of Burgundian affairs and he continued:-- "The princess and her stepmother, the Duchess Margaret, live at Peronne.
They doubtless found life at Ghent with the duke too violent.

It is said that the duchess is unhappily wedded to the fierce duke, and that the unfortunate princess finds little favor in her father's eyes because he cannot forgive her the grievous fault of being a girl." While Franz was talking I was dreaming.

A kind providence had led us a half-hundred leagues out of our road, through wounds and hardships, to Basel; but that quiet city might after all prove to be the open doorway to Max's fortune.

My air-castle was of this architecture: Max would win old Castleman's favor--an easy task.