I must provide for you, Lenore, and your brother." "As for me," said Lenore, crossing her arms, "I can do nothing for the honor of the family.

If I marry, which I have, however, no inclination to do, I must take some other name; and little will my old ancestors, in armor yonder in the hall, care whom I choose for master.

I can not remain a Rothsattel." The father drew her toward him laughingly.

"If I could only find out how my child has got these heretical notions!" said he.
"She has always had them," said her mother.
"They will pass," answered the baron, kissing his daughter's brow.

"And now read the prince's letter, while I go and look after the black horse." "I will go with you," said Lenore.
The order, a memorial of the chivalrous past, was a source of still more satisfaction to the baron than he cared to avow.