be　rose　quietly；　gathered　his　hat　and　coat；　and　left　the　box。　　When
  he　reached　the　gallery　he　turned　instinctively　and　looked　back　at
  the　royal　box。　　Her　eyes　had　followed　him；　and　as　he　remained　a
  moment　motionless　in　the　doorway　her　lips　parted　in　a　grateful
  smile；　and　she　waved　her　fan　with　a　faint　but　unmistakable　gesture
  of　farewell。
  The　next　morning　he　left　Alstadt。　　There　was　some　little　delay　at
  the　Zoll　on　the　frontier；　and　when　Hoffman　received　back　his　trunk
  it　was　accompanied　by　a　little　sealed　packet　which　was　handed　to
  him　by　the　Customhouse　Inspector。　　Hoffman　did　not　open　it　until　he
  was　alone。
  There　hangs　upon　the　wall　of　his　modest　apartment　in　New　York　a
  narrow；　irregular　photograph　ingeniously　framed；　of　himself
  standing　side　by　side　with　a　young　German　girl；　who；　in　the
  estimation　of　his　compatriots；　is　by　no　means　stylish　and　only
  passably　good…looking。　　When　he　is　joked　by　his　friends　about　the
  post　of　honor　given　to　this　production；　and　questioned　as　to　the
  lady；　he　remains　silent。　　The　Princess　Alexandrine　Elsbeth　Marie
  Stephanie　von　Westphalen…Alstadt；　among　her　other　royal　qualities；
  knew　whom　to　trust。