pon a lofty scaffold. From thence the friends, whom the old man had
not noticed, hurried to where he lived.

"'It is she!' cried Traugott when he saw the painter's daughter on the
balcony, busy about some woman's work. "With a loud cry of 'Felizitas!
Felizitas!' he burst into the room. The girl looked at him quite
terrified. She had the features of Felizitas, and was excessively like
her, but was not she. This bitter disappointment pierced Traugott's
heart as with a thousand daggers. Matuszewski explained to the girl how
the matter stood, in a few words. She was very lovely in her shyness,
with blushing cheeks and downcast eyes; and Traugott, who at first
wanted to be off immediately, remained where he was (after giving just
another sorrowful look at the pretty young creature), fettered by
gentle bands. Matuszewski managed to say polite and pleasant things to
reassure the pretty Dorina, who soon lifted the dark fringed curtains
of her eyes, and looked at the strangers with smiling glances, saying
her father would soon be home and that he would be delighted to see
German artists, of whom his opinion was high. Traugott could not but
admit that, except Felizitas, no woman had ever made such an impression
on him as Dorina. She was, in fact, almost Felizitas herself, only her
features were a little more strongly marked, and her hair a trifle
darker. It was the same portrait painted by Raphael and by Rubens. The
father came in ere long, and Traugott at once saw that the height of
the scaffold on which he had seen him had deceived him as to his
appearance. Instead of the vigorous Berklinger, this was a little lean,
timid creature, oppressed by poverty. A deceptive cross shadow in the
church had given to his smooth-shaven chin the effect of Berklinger's
black curly beard. He showed great practical knowledge in talking of
his art, and Traugott determined to cultivate an acquaintance which,
painfully as it had commenced, was becoming pleasanter every moment.
Dorina, all sweetness and childlike candour, allowed her liking for the
young German painter to be clearly seen. Traugott returned it heartily,
and soon got so accustomed to be with her that he spent entire days
with the little household, moved his studio to a large empty room near
their house, and at last went and lodged with them altogether. In this
way he greatly improved their slender scale of housekeeping, and the
old man could not think otherwise than that Traugott was g