"This will I also do, Charles Henry," said Anna, solemnly. "My
thoughts will be with you daily, hourly; your name will be
constantly upon my lips!"

Charles Henry turned pale. He understood the ambiguous meaning of
this oath, and it cut him to the heart.

"And now, good-night, Anna Sophia," said the old shepherd; "to-
morrow evening, when your work is done, I will await you here. We
will have to love and console each other. Good-night once more!"

"Good-night, dear father," whispered she, in a voice choked with
tears, as she pressed a burning kiss on his brow.

The old man took her in his arms and embraced her tenderly, then
whispered:

"To-morrow we will weep together, Anna Sophia."

Anna tore herself from his arms.

"Good-night, father!"--and then turning to Charles Henry, she said:
"When do you leave for Cleve?"

"To-night, at ten," said he; "I prefer going at night; it is much
hotter in the day, and I must be at Cleve at eight in the morning. I
will be at your door to night, to take a last look at you."

"It is all right," said she, dryly, turning from him and hastening
home.