Ill-timed warnings were the last thing that he wanted; they only humbled.

He stood long in gloomy silence by his daughter.

But, as the letter contained tidings of Eugene, he forced himself at length to speak.

"A Mr.Wohlfart has written to me.

He is now traveling in his mercantile capacity on the other side of the frontier, and has made Eugene's acquaintance." "He!" cried Lenore.
"He seems to be an estimable kind of man," said the baron, with an effort.