CHAPTER XII.
PRAEMONITUS, PRAEMUNITUS.
The fiend whose lantern lights the mead, Were better mate than I! _Scott_.
Fools, when they cannot see their way, At once grow desperate, Have no resource--have nothing to propose-- But fix a dull eye of dismay Upon the final close.
Success to the stout heart, say I, That sees its fate, and can defy! _Faust_.
Two weeks later, and things had not stood still; they rarely do, when there is so much at hand, and ripe for mischief; seventeen does not take up the practice of wisdom voluntarily.

I do not think I was very different from other girls of seventeen, and I cannot blame myself very much that I spent all these days in a dream of bliss and folly; how could it have been otherwise, situated exactly as we were?
This is the way our days were passed.

Mr.Langenau was better, but still not able to leave his room.

He was the hero, as a matter of course, and little besides his sufferings, his condition, and his prospects, was talked of at the table; which had the effect of making Kilian stay away two nights out of three, and of alienating Richard altogether.

Richard went to town on Monday morning after the accident occurred, and it was now Friday of the following week, and he had not come back.
It was a little dull for Mary Leighton and for Henrietta, perhaps; possibly for Charlotte Benson, but she did not seem to mind it much; and I had never found R---- so enchanting as that fortnight.