soft, musical accent of his native province of Kurland. In his manners, if he had not "Antinoüs' easy sway," he had at least an easy sway of his own. Such, in few words, was the friend of Flemming.
"And what do you think of Heidelberg and the old castle?" said he, as they seated themselves at the breakfast-table.
"Last night the town seemed very long to me," replied Flemming; "and as to the castle, I have as yet had but a glimpse of it through the mist. They tell me there is nothing finer in its way than this magnificent ruin; and I have no doubt I shall find it so. Only I wish the stone were gray, and not red. But, red or gray, I foresee that I shall waste many a long hour in its desolate halls. Pray, does anybody live there now-a-days?"
"Nobody," answered the Baron, "but the man who shows the Heidelberg Tun, and a Frenchman, who has been there sketching ever since the year eighteen hundred and ten. He has, moreover, written a super-magnificent description of the ruin, in which he says, that during the day only birds of prey disturb it with their piercing cries, and at night, screech-owls, and other fallow deer. You must buy his book and his sketches."
