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Lucidor.

“I see you are in a strange mood. You do not seem to say outright what you

wished to say.”

Julia.

“Now look down here on the left, how beautifully everything discloses itself!

The church with its high lime-trees, the town-house with its poplars, behind the

village mound. The gardens, too, are lying before us, and the park.”

The postilion drove faster.

Julia.

“You recognize that pavilion up there; it looks just as pretty from here as the

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landscape  does  from  there.  At  this  tree  we  stop.  Now,  just  at  this  spot,  we  are

reflected up there in the large glass surface. They can see us there very well, but

we  cannot  distinguish  ourselves.  Drive  on!  Probably  it  is  not  long  since  two

people  have  reflected  themselves  there  more  closely,  and,  if  I’m  not  much

mistaken, with great mutual satisfaction.”

Lucidor  in  his  vexation  made  no  reply.  They  drove  along  for  a  while  in

silence; the pace was very swift.

“Here,” said Julia, “the bad road begins; some day you may make it a credit to

you.  Before  we  drive  downwards  look  once  more  across  the  country:  my

mother’s beech-tree, with its magnificent summit, towers above everything.

“You drive on,” she continued to the coachman, “along the bad road; we will

take the footpath through the valley, and will arrive over there before you.”

In  descending,  she  exclaimed:  “You  must  confess,  however,  that  the

Wandering  Jew,  the  restless  Antony  Roamer,  knows  how  to  make  his

pilgrimages  tolerably  comfortable  for  himself  and  his  companions.  It  is  a  very

handsome and comfortable carriage.”

And  by  this  time  she  was  at  the  bottom  of  the  hill.  Lucidor  followed

thoughtfully,  and  found  her  sitting  on  a  nicely-placed  bench.  It  was  Lucinda’s

favorite place. She beckoned him to her.

Julia.

“So we are sitting here, and are nothing to one another! — and yet it was to

have been so. The little Quicksilver would not have at all suited you. You could

not love such a creature; she was repugnant to you.”

Lucidor’s astonishment increased.

Julia.

“But Lucinda, now — she is the compendium of all perfections, and the pretty

sister was once for all cut out. I see it; the question is trembling on your lips —

who could have informed us so correctly?”