by the severe old lady. Again, he was transported into his old lodgings, and saw the snow-white hand of the maiden, busy among the flowers. Then he sat beside her in the grass, and wished to talk of love, but was so bashful, he could find no words for it. He might have dreamt thus till mid-day, if the loud voice and the trampling of the knight, who was already booted and spurred, had not awakened him at day-break. Frank heard the butler and cook ordered to prepare a good breakfast, and the other servants to be ready, to wait on and dress him at his rising.
The happy dreamer parted very reluctantly from his safe and hospitable bed: but the loud voice of his landlord deprived him of all desire to sleep; he knew he must get up, and therefore did; a dozen hands were immediately busy about him; and, when he was dressed, the knight himself came and led him into the hall, where he found a small but well covered table As the scene drew towards a close, however, our traveller had little appetite. His landlord encouraged him to eat, or at least to take something to
