that is the
whole difference."

Lenore rose, offended at his tone more than at his words.

"It is time that I should return," said she, coldly, tying on her straw
hat.

"When you rose, all the brightness left the room," cried Fink.

"It is only a cloud passing over the sun," said the forester, going to
the window; "that causes the shadow."

"Nonsense," replied Fink; "it is the straw hat hiding the lady's hair
that does it; the light comes from those golden locks."

They left the house, the forester locked the door, and each went off in
different directions.

Lenore hurried home; the linnet sang, the thrush whistled, but she did
not heed them. She blamed herself for having crossed the threshold of
the forester's house, and yet she could not turn away her thoughts from
it. The stranger made her feel uneasy and insecure. Was he thus daring
because nothing was sacred to him, or was it only through his extreme
self-possession and self-dependence? Ought she to be angry with him, or
did her sense of awkwardness only arise from the folly of an
inexperienced girl? These questions she kept constantly asking herself,
but, alas! she found no answer.

When Anton wanted to send a message that evening to the shepherd,
neither Karl nor any other messenger was to be found, so he went
himself. He was not a little surprised to see in one of the farthest
fields through which he had to go his friend Fink on horseback, and the
German farmer and Karl busily occupied near him. Fink was galloping
along short distances, the others placing black and white pegs in the
ground, and taking them out again. And then Karl looked through a small
telescope that he rested on his peg. "Five-and-twenty paces," cried
Fink.

"Two inches fall," screamed back Karl.

"Five-and-twenty, two," said the farmer, making an entry in his
pocket-book.

"So you have come, have you?" cried Fink, laughing, to his friend. "Wait
a moment; we shall soon have done." Again a certain number of leaps,
observations through the telescope, and entries in the pocket-book; then
the men collected their pegs, and Fink rapidly cast up the figures in
the farmer's book. Then giving it back with a smile, he said, "Come on
with me, Anton, I have something to show you. Place yourself by the
brook, with your face to the north. There the brook forms a straight
line from west to east, the border of the wood a semicircle. Wood and
brook together define the segment of a circle."

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