"I do not feel cold," cried he, but his limbs shook.
"Go in at once," urged Lenore; and, opening the door, she called to the good woman, "Give this gentleman your husband's clothes." Bernhard obeyed, and when he came out metamorphosed into a rustic, he found Lenore rapidly walking up and down.
"Come to the castle," said she, with all her former dignity.
"I should like once more to see the child," replied he.
They went to the bed on which the little girl lay.

She looked up dreamingly at Bernhard, who bent over her and kissed her forehead.

"She is the child of a laborer in the village," said the gardener's wife.
Unobserved by Lenore, Bernhard laid his purse on the bed.
On their return they found Ehrenthal impatient to depart.

His amazement at recognizing his Bernhard in the rustic before him was boundless.
"Give the gentleman a cloak," said Lenore to the servants; "he is benumbed with cold.

Wrap yourself up well, or you may long have cause to remember your march among the water-lilies." And Bernhard did remember it.