Since then I have had much sorrow," added she, drooping her head.
Anton lamented this with a fervor which made her look up brightly again.
"What has brought you to my father ?" inquired she, at length, in an altered tone.
Anton spoke of Bernhard, of his long sickness, and deep regard for her family, not concealing that she herself was the chief cause of it, which made her look down, and fold the corners of her handkerchief together.
"If you can find a way of recommending your father to use Bernhard's influence, do so.

I can not get rid of a fear that there is a conspiracy carrying on against him in Ehrenthal's office.

Perhaps you will find means of letting Bernhard or me know how we can best be useful." Lenore looked mournfully in Anton's face, and moved nearer to him.

"You are to me like an old friend, and I can trust my sorrows to you.

My father conceals the cause of his anxiety from my mother and me, but he is sadly changed the last few years.