Müller resumes the lead : "In the second grow heartsease and wild eglantine; Fair exchange is no theftfor my heart, give me thine.

Down beneath grow dandelions, Daisies, old-man's-looking-glasses; Rooks flap croaking across the lane.

He opened the telegram with the smile still on his lips, and read the thing; then the crowd of staringshall it be written, gaping?persons saw the smile fade slowly, the flushed face grow paler, still paler, then livid.