Next morning, when Huldbrand awoke from slumber, and perceived that his beautiful wife was not by his side, he began to give way again to his wild imaginations--that his marriage, and even the lovely Undine herself, were only shadows without substance--only mere illusions of enchantment. But she entered the door at the same moment, kissed him, seated herself on the bed by his side, and said: “I have been out somewhat early this morning, to see whether my uncle keeps his word. He has already restored the waters of t…