Both wear
the same uniform--the colors of my house--yet wouldst not swear that the
one was but a churl, and the other a noble gentleman?"
"Which looks like the nobleman?" said the Rowski, as black as thunder.
"WHICH? why, young Otto, to be sure," said the Princess Helen, eagerly.
The young lady was following the pair; but under pretence of disliking
the odor of the cigar, she had refused the Rowski's proffered arm, and
was loitering behind with her parasol.
Her interposition in favor of her young protege only made the black and
jealous Rowski more ill-humored. "How long is it, Sir Prince of Cleves,"
said he, "that the churls who wear your livery permit themselves to wear
the ornaments of noble knights? Who but a noble dare wear ringlets such
as yon springald's? Ho, archer!" roared he, "come, hither, fellow."
And Otto stood before him. As he came, and presenting arms stood
respectfully before the Prince and his savage guest, he looked for
one moment at the lovely Helen--their eyes met, their hearts beat
simultaneously: and, quick, two little blushes appeared in the cheek of
either. I have seen one ship at sea answering another's signal so.
While they are so regarding each other, let us just remind our readers
of the great estimation in which the hair was held in the North.
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