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296 HER ROYAL LOVER. very morning! He was whiter than a sheet; the blood seemed to have left even his lips. Where, then, are thy eyes, if thou hast not remarked this frightful change My God! I see it, this death, which slowly but surely will take our Conrad from us, if we cannot soon give him the young girl whom he loves so much. My friend, thou art intel- ligent, thou art strong in thy experience and in thy services; thou must succeed in obtaining the con- sent of the Heiligenthal family.” “But thou knowest well that I have done every- thing! At present there is nothing to hope.” “T know it, I know it well! but, however, we must try again. Oh! if thou couldst clearly perceive what danger hovers over our son!” Haller had no need that his wife should make him observe all those things. He had, with great anguish, remarked each phase of the profound and incurable melancholy of Conrad; he was very uneasy about it; sleep and appetite had left him at the same time that cheerfulness had disappeared from the heart of his well-beloved child. “On leaving the palace I will go and find Schlotz,” said he, “and I will speak to him very seriously of the voyage that I havein contemplation for Con- rad.” On saying this, the judge of the supreme tribunal arose from the table, embraced his wife, and re- tired in his office, where diverse urgent matters de- manded his attention. While endeavoring to fix his thoughts upon the important affairs intrusted to his sagacity, Monsieur Haller could not detach from all that which he did the pale and sad vision of Conrad, of this only son so superiorly beautiful, the glory, and, before his deadly chagrin, the joy of the house. Gomichooksico