Look at the shadow of the trees in the water! Look at the floating clouds of rose-colored light in the sky!" But he thought nothing in that outside world so beautiful as she herself.
"Are you found of German stories ?" he asked her, suddenly.
"Yes, some of them.

I like the mystery and the spirituality, the poetry and the romance." "I read a book of Fouque's last night that charmed me--Minstrel Love.

Do you know it, Lady Amelie ?" "No," she replied; "tell me what it is." "Only the history of a poet-knight who loved the lofty Lady Alcarda.

She lived with her husband, a German warrior, in an old castle, and the poet was her knight.
"Do you know, Lady Amelie," he whispered, "that book made me ambitious ?" "Of what ?" she asked.
"Dare I tell you?
The Lady Alcarda was beautiful, gifted, pure of heart and soul, lofty and spiritual--like you," he added, passionately, "and she accepted the poet's service--she made him her knight." "There are no knights in these days," she said, half sadly.
"Ah! let me prove to you that you are wrong.

You are like Lady Alcarda.
Let me be your knight.