The baron sat down between them, and asked whether they saw any thing unusual about him.
"You are cheerful," said his wife, fondly, "as you always are." "You have been paying visits," said Lenore; "I know that by your white cravat." "Right," replied the baron; "but there's something more: the king has been graciously pleased to give me the Order my father and grandfather have both worn, and I am much pleased that the cross should thus become, as it were, hereditary in our family.

And with the Order came a most gracious letter from the prince." "How charming!" cried his wife, throwing her arms around him; "I have longed for this star for some years past.

We will put on the decoration;" and, having done so, she loyally kissed, first her husband, and then the cross.
"We know indeed," said the baron, "how such things are rated in our days, and yet I confess that the rank implied by such a decoration is intensely precious to me.

Our family is one of the oldest in the kingdom, and there has never been a _mesalliance_ among us.

However, at the present time, money is beginning to replace our former privileges, and even we nobles must take thought for it if we wish to preserve our families in the same position as ourselves.