"More's the pity!" exclaimed Harold, half lightly, half morosely, as they went onhand in hand.

When they reached the bars, Carlen paused. Withdrawing her hand fromJohn's and laying it on his shoulder, she exclaimed: "Brother, will you nottry to find out what is Wilhelm's grief? Can you not try to be friendswith him?"

Harold made no answer. It was a hard thing to promise.

"For my sake, brother," exclaimed the girl. "I have spoken to no one else butyou. I would die before any one else should know; even my mother."

Harold could not resist this. "Yes," he said; "I will try. It will behard; but I will try my best, Carlen. I will have a talk with Wilhelmto-morrow."