He besieged Namur; fought and besieged up and down,--with insatiable appetite for fighting and sieging; with great honor, too, and ambitions awakening in him;--campaign after campaign: but along with the flamy-thundery ideal bride, figuratively called Bellona, there was always a soft real one, Mamsell Fos of Dessau, to whom he continued constant.

The Government of his Dominions he left cheerfully to his Mother, even when he came of age: "I am for learning War, as the one right trade; do with all things as you please, Mamma,-- only not with Mamsell, not with her!"-- Readers may figure this scene too, and shudder over it.

Some rather handsome male Cousin of Mamsell, Medical Graduate or whatever he was, had appeared in Dessau:--"Seems, to admire Mamsell much; of course, in a Platonic way," said rumor:--"He?
Admire ?" thinks Leopold;--thinks a good deal of it, not in the philosophic mood.

As he was one day passing Fos's, Mamsell and the Medical Graduate are visible, standing together at the window inside.

Pleasantly looking out upon Nature,--of course quite casually, say some Histories with a sneer.