The Man-Wolf and Other Tales

ndignation

cent looking damsel comes and says to you in her sweet soft voice, 'Is that your will? Well, it is not mine. Do you say I must? Well, I say no, I won't.' Is it not awful? Would it

eizing my arm, dragged

covered the dreary earth, the north wind was raising the snow in ghostly eddies against th

turn in the corridor, we found ourselves face to face with Tobias

ick right across the passage; "where are you of

breakfast do you m

what breakfast? Are not you and I to break

! I had forgott

reat laugh which divided his

us be moving. Kasper is upstairs waiting. I ordered him to lay the breakfast in your

ming up with us

Baron de Zimmer-Bluderich begs the honour to t

ron de

o came yesterday in th

u must ma

e you have done uncorking the bo

d away as fas

had given a different t

breakfast in my room. Under those great high vaults in the fencing-school, sitting round a small table, you feel just like mice nibbling a nut i

rver had made him his factotum; it was he who took to pieces and cleaned his guns, mended the riding-horses' harness, fed the dogs in his absence, and superintended in the kitchen

thing was excellent; the roast kid, the chicken, and the fish. I like fair-play, and when a man has done his duty I like to tell him so. To-day I

sse

the honour of filling our glasses. I mean to raise y

y and blushed; he seemed to

age, now assuming all the airs of a great seigneur. Had he been born Lord of Nideck he could not have put on a more noble and dignifie

obias appeared in person, followed by no less a personage

head uncovered. It was a noble-looking head, pale and haughty,

ach, "I am come to ask you for information as to this locality. Madame la Comt

onseigneur, and I am q

torm," replied the baron, pointing to the window-panes thickly covered w

, my lord, for all the road

that, but nec

allow me, to Sébalt Kraft, the head huntsman at Nid

nd I am very grateful, but still I cannot accept

. A furious blast of wind rushed in, driving the whirling sn

Kasper slunk into a corner. Sperver and the b

e Wald Horn. From the summit of the rock, which seems formed like a mitre, and is called Roche Fendue, you will see three peaks, the Behrenkopp, the Geierstein, and the Trielfels. It is by this last one at the right that you must proceed. There is a torrent across the valley of the Rhéthal, but it must be frozen now. In any case, if you can get no farther, you will find on your left, on following the bank, a cavern half-way up the hill, called Roche Creuse. You c

ts in the road with the greatest precision, and I watched, too, the young baron, who was listening with the

uds of snow and flings them back again like floating garments of white. Then for a moment there was a glimpse of the distance. The three peaks stood out behind the Al

een the point I am to make for; and, thank

young man and his servant, having s

, and addressing Maste

rn out a wolf on such a day as this. However, it is their business, not mine. I seem to rememb

he courtyard, in spite of the snow which was filling the air, I saw at the left in a turret, pierced wi

tz! what are

ing at those st

hem this morning in the stabl

full speed, and the curtain