But there are stories I can tell you, which have happened since our dear Aunt Erna died.
Rita Revera has ceased to be—Erna Hattenbach returns to her family.
On her side Erna shrank from the count without understanding why.
"His connection is hardly near enough to count in this matter," Erna answered.
Erna sighed as she leaned half over the stone ledge upon which the sun lay warmly.
In her chamber Erna found her great-aunt, all alive with eager curiosity.
"Our Aunt Erna could not know that," she said, and continued the reading.
Erna laughed merrily, and turned her palfrey toward the lower ford.
Erna was silent a moment, impressed by his earnestness; then she shook herself and laughed.
Now and then one of Erna's damsels would hint that wild rumors were afloat.