table with them. But in the hall the baron's daughter flew to the

place of honour at the end of the table- she was worthy to sit

there; the pastor's son had the seat next to her; the two sat there as

if they were a bridal pair. An old Count, belonging to one of the

oldest families of the country, remained untouched in his place of

honour; the flute was just, and it is one's duty to be so. The

sharp-tongued cavalier who had caused the flute to be played, and

who was the child of his parents, flew headlong into the fowl-house,