"Hush! those are the Schroeters," said a clerk to his brother.

Then two tall handsome forms came slowly by--Dame Ehrenthal and Rosalie.

Rosalie passed next to the table: a deep flush suffused her face.

She threw a troubled glance at Fink, who, in spite of the lively conversation he was carrying on with Sabine, had eyes for every thing that was going on.

Anton rose to bow; and the imperturbable Fink coolly took off his hat, and looked at the two ladies with as much unconcern as though he had never admired the bracelets on Rosalie's white arm.