"What is the style? it's beautiful! Gothic?"

"No,--aw--not exactly. I'm not learned myself, really, in such matters.
I hardly know a good thing when I see it--never studied antiquities,
you know; but this is said, I know, to be a very good thing."

"How old? It does not look antiquated."

"Oh, it has been repaired and restored. But it is not Gothic, so it
dates further back; what they call the Transition style."

"It is very noble," said Dolly. "Is it as good inside as outside?"

"Don't know, I declare; I suppose so. We might go in and see; let the
horses feed and Mrs. Copley take a rest."

This proposition was received with such joy by Dolly that it was at
once acted upon. The party sought out an inn, bespoke some luncheon,
and arranged for Mrs. Copley's repose. But chancing to hear from
Lawrence that the treasures of art and value in the church repositories
were both rich and rare, she gave up the promised nap and joined the
party who went to the dome. After the Dresden Green vaults, she said,
she supposed nothing new could be found; but she would go and see. So
they went all together. If Lawrence had guessed to what this chance
visit would lead! But that is precisely what people can never know.

Dolly was in a condition of growing delight, which every step
increased. Before the great front of the cathedral she stood still and
looked up, while Rupert and Mrs. Copley turned their backs and gazed
out upon the wide country view. Lawrence, as usual when he could,
attended upon Dolly.

"I did not know you were so fond of _this_ kind of thing," he remarked,
seeing a little enviously her bright, interested eyes.

"It lifts me almost off my feet!" said Dolly. "My soul don't seem big
enough to take it all in. How grand, how grand!--Whose statues are
those?"

"On each side?" said Lawrence, who had been collecting information.
"That on the one hand is Heinrich von Isenburg, the founder; and the
other is the architect, but nobody knows his name. It is lost. St.
George is on the top there."

"Well," said Dolly, "he is just as well off as if it hadn't been lost!"

"Who? the architect? How do you make that out? He loses all the glory."

"How does he lose it? Do you think," said Dolly, smiling, "he would
care, in the other world, to know that you and I liked his work?"

"The other world!" said St. Leger.

"You believe in it, don't you?"

"Yes, certainly; but you speak as if"----

"As if I believed in it!" said Do