Pinkus bobbed again and went away.
The baron tottered back to his sitting-room, where he sank down on the sofa as if paralyzed.

Lenore knelt by him, calling him by every tender name, and imploring him to speak.

But he neither saw nor heard, and his heart and head beat violently.

The fair, many-colored bubble that he had blown had burst now; he knew the fearful truth--he was a ruined man.
They sat till late in the evening, when his daughter persuaded him to take a glass of wine and to return home.

They drove away rapidly.