railway carriage.
Clodwig, on the other hand, preserved always a great repose of manner,
hardly ever speaking when in motion, but always stopping if he had
anything to say, or any reply to make to the remarks of a friend.

The Banker took pains to tell Eric, early in their acquaintance, that
he was a Jew.

Owing, doubtless, to the warm commendations that Clodwig had bestowed
upon his young friend, the old man took advantage of every opportunity
of being in his company, a complaisance which Eric did not reciprocate,
he not being accustomed to play the part of listener rather than of
speaker, and feeling moreover jealous of the banker, who engrossed so
much of Clodwig's time, when he had depended on enjoying the Count's
society himself every day during their visit here.

At the breakfast-table, the Prince and Countess Bella were as usual a
frequent subject of conversation; they were served up with the favorite
dish of delicate pastry. A more interesting topic than even the
Countess's toilette were the frequent, almost daily walks, which the
Prince took in her company, apparently much to the enjoyment of both
parties, as the Prince was often heard laughing at her ready sallies.
Clodwig also could congratulate himself on having received many marks
of favor.

Bella established a little court of her own. She breakfasted with a
company of chosen friends in the open air, where every one could see
her, and her table was always adorned with the choicest flowers. It was
even said that the bands played a waltz of her composition.

The Wine-Cavalier also spent a few days at the Baths, and the painter
Potiphar, as Bella called him, because he had the misfortune to be
surnamed Tailor. This was the fourth watering-place that the Cavalier
had honored this summer with his studied elegance, his private album,
and his neat little anecdotes. His only object in coming to Carlsbad
was, as he often repeated, to pay his respects to his highly esteemed
neighbors. Bella received him coldly, and Clodwig pleaded business as
an excuse for seeing but little of him, so that after playing a few
games with a famous chess-player who was among the visitors, he
departed.

The painter Potiphar zealously instructed Eric in the private histories
of all the men and women who were drinking the waters, and his
companion's ignorance and innocence in these interesting matters were a
marvel to him.

When Sonnenkamp met Bella and the Prince walking togethe