II.
Masks and—a face.
«My whole life was a contest since the day
That gave me being, gave me that which marred
The gift....
«A silent suffering and intense....
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show....
Which speaks but in its loneliness.
A couple of miles out of Szent-Istvánhely, one finds the fine old seat, or what was such, of the Z... family, with its deserted chateau and neglected park. The family is a broken and dispersed one. The present owner of the premises lives in Paris. He visits them no oftener, and spends no more for their care than he cannot help. The park itself is almost a forest, so large it is and so stately are the trees. Long, wide alleys wind through the acacias and chestnuts. You do not go far from the very house without hares running by you, and part-
