\"IfIwerethefinestpainterintheworld，hewouldn’tthinkanythingofmeforit，I’mafraid;butifIcouldshowhimhandfulsofbigchequesforbadpicturesIhadpainted，hewouldrespectme。\"
Shesmiled，andsaid:\"Ilovehim。\"
\"ThenIshalllikehim，\"Harzansweredsimply。
Sheputherhandout，andherfingersmethis。\"Weshallbelate，\"
shesaid，glowing，andcatchingupherbook:\"I’malwayslate！\"
VII
Therewasoneotherguestatdinner，awell—groomedpersonwithpale，fattishface，darkeyes，andhairthinonthetemples，whoseclotheshadamilitarycut。Helookedlikeamanfondofease，whohadgoneoutofhisgroove，andcollidedwithlife。HerrPaulintroducedhimasCountMarioSarelli。
Twohanginglampswithcrimsonshadesthrewarosylightoverthetable，where，inthecentrestoodasilverbasket，fullofirises。
Throughtheopenwindowsthegardenwasallclustersofblackfoliageinthedyinglight。Mothsflutteredroundthelamps;Greta，followingthemwithhereyes，gavequiteaudiblesighsofpleasurewhentheyescaped。Bothgirlsworewhite，andHarz，whosatoppositeChristian，keptlookingather，andwonderingwhyhehadnotpaintedherinthatdress。
Mrs。Decieunderstoodtheartofdining——thedinner，orderedbyHerrPaul，wasadmirable;theservantssilentastheir，shadows;therewasalwaysahumofconversation。
Sarelli，whosatonherrighthand，seemedtopartakeoflittleexceptolives，whichhedippedintoaglassofsherry。Heturnedhisblack，solemneyessilentlyfromfacetoface，nowandthenaskingthemeaningofanEnglishword。AfteradiscussiononmodernRome，itwasdebatedwhetherornoacriminalcouldbetoldbytheexpressionofhisface。
\"Crime，\"saidMrs。Decie，passingherhandacrossherbrow——\"crimeisbutthehallmarkofstrongindividuality。\"
MissNaylor，gushingratherpink，stammered:\"Agreatcrimemustshowitself——amurder。Why，ofcourse！\"
\"Ifthatwereso，\"saidDawney，\"weshouldonlyhavetolookaboutus——nomoredetectives。\"
MissNaylorrejoinedwithslightseverity:\"Icannotconceivethatsuchathingcanpassthehumanfaceby，leavingnoimpression！\"
Harzsaidabruptly:\"Thereareworsethingsthanmurder。\"
\"Ah！parexemple！\"saidSarelli。
Therewasaslightstirallroundthetable。
\"Verrygood，\"criedoutHerrPaul，\"avot’sante，cher。\"
MissNaylorshivered，asifsomeonehadputapennydownherback;
andMrs。Decie，leaningtowardsHarz，smiledlikeonewhohasmadeapetdogdoatrick。Christianalonewasmotionless，lookingthoughtfullyatHarz。
\"Isawamantriedformurderonce，\"hesaid，\"amurderforrevenge;
Iwatchedthejudge，andIthoughtallthetime:’I’dratherbethatmurdererthanyou;I’veneverseenameanerface;youcrawlthroughlife;you’renotacriminal，simplybecauseyouhaven’tthecourage。’\"
Inthedubioussilencefollowingthepainter’sspeech，Mr。Treffrycoulddistinctlybeheardhumming。ThenSarellisaid:\"Whatdoyousaytoanarchists，whoarenotmen，butsavagebeasts，whomIwouldteartopieces！\"
\"Astothat，\"Harzanswereddefiantly，\"itmaybewisetohangthem，butthentherearesomanyothermenthatitwouldbewisetohang。\"
\"Howcanwetellwhattheywentthrough;whattheirliveswere？\"
murmuredChristian。
MissNaylor，whohadbeenrollingapelletofbread，concealedithastily。\"Theyare——alwaysgivenachanceto——repent——Ibelieve，\"
shesaid。
\"Forwhattheyareabouttoreceive，\"drawledDawney。
Mrs。Deciesignalledwithherfan:\"Wearetryingtoexpresstheinexpressible——shallwegointothegarden？\"
Allrose;Harzstoodbythewindow，andinpassing，Christianlookedathim。
Hesatdownagainwithasuddensenseofloss。Therewasnowhitefigureoppositenow。RaisinghiseyeshemetSarelli’s。TheItalianwasregardinghimwithacuriousstare。
HerrPaulbeganretailingapieceofscandalhehadheardthatafternoon。
\"Shockingaffair！\"hesaid;\"Icouldneverhavebelieveditofher！
B———isquitebesidehimself。Yesterdaytherewasarow，itseems！\"
\"Therehasbeenoneeverydayformonths，\"mutteredDawney。
\"Buttoleavewithoutaword，andgonooneknowswhere！B———is’viveur’nodoubt，mais，monDieu，quevoulezvous？Shewasalwaysapoor，palething。Why！，whenmy———\"heflourishedhiscigar;\"Iwasnotalways———whatIshouldhavebeen———onelivesinaworldoffleshandblood———wearenotallangels———quediable！Butthisisaveryvulgarbusiness。Shegoesoff;leaveseverything———withoutaword;
andB———isveryfondofher。Thesethingsarenotdone！\"thestarchedbosomofhisshirtseemedswollenbyindignation。
Mr。Treffry，withaheavyhandonthetable，eyedhimsideways。
Dawneysaidslowly:
\"B———isabeast;I’msorryforthepoorwoman;butwhatcanshedoalone？\"
\"Thereis，nodoubt，aman，\"putinSarelli。
HerrPaulmuttered:\"Whoknows？\"
\"WhatisB———goingtodo？\"saidDawney。
\"Ah！\"saidHerrPaul。\"Heisfondofher。Heisachapofresolution，hewillgetherback。Hetoldme:’Well，youknow，I
shallfollowherwherevershegoestillshecomesback。’Hewilldoit，heisadeterminedchap;hewillfollowherwherevershegoes。\"
Mr。Treffrydrankhiswineoffatagulp，andsuckedhismoustacheinsharply。
\"Shewasafooltomarryhim，\"saidDawney;\"theyhaven’tapointincommon;shehateshimlikepoison，andshe’sthebetterofthetwo。
Butitdoesn’tpayawomantorunofflikethat。B———hadbetterhurryup，though。Whatdoyouthink，sir？\"hesaidtoMr。Treffry。
\"Eh？\"saidMr。Treffry;\"howshouldIknow？AskPaulthere，he’soneofyourmoralmen，orCountSarelli。\"
Thelattersaidimpassively:\"IfIcaredforherIshouldverylikelykillher——ifnot——\"heshruggedhisshoulders。
Harz，whowaswatching，wasremindedofhisotherwordsatdinner，\"wildbeastswhomIwouldteartopieces。\"Helookedwithinterestatthisquietmanwhosaidtheseextremelyferociousthings，andthought:’Ishouldliketopaintthatfellow。’
HerrPaultwirledhiswine—glassinhisfingers。\"Therearefamilyties，\"hesaid，\"thereissociety，thereisdecency;awifeshouldbewithherhusband。B———willdoquiteright。Hemustgoafterher;
shewillnotperhapscomebackatfirst;hewillfollowher;shewillbegintothink，’Iamhelpless——Iamridiculous！’Awomanissoonbeaten。Theywillreturn。Sheisoncemorewithherhusband——
Societywillforgive，itwillbeallright。\"
\"ByJove，Paul，\"growledMr。Treffry，\"wonderfulpowerofargument！\"
\"Awifeisawife，\"pursuedHerrPaul;\"amanhasarighttohersociety。\"
\"Whatdoyousaytothat，sir？\"askedDawney。
Mr。Treffrytuggedathisbeard:\"Makeawomanlivewithyou，ifshedon’twantto？Icallitlow。\"
\"But，mydear，\"exclaimedHerrPaul，\"howshouldyouknow？Youhavenotbeenmarried。\"
\"No，thanktheLord！\"Mr。Treffryreplied。
\"Butlookingatthequestionbroadly，sir，\"saidDawney;\"ifahusbandalwaysletshiswifedoasshelikes，howwouldthethingworkout？Whatbecomesofthemarriagetie？\"
\"Themarriagetie，\"growledMr。Treffry，\"isthebiggestthingthereis！But，byJove，Doctor，I’maDutchmanifhuntingwomeneverhelpedthemarriagetie！\"
\"Iamnotthinkingofmyself，\"HerrPaulcriedout，\"Ithinkofthecommunity。Therearerights。\"
\"Adecentcommunityneveryetaskedamantotreadonhisself—
respect。IfIgetmyfingersskinnedovermymarriage，whichI
undertakeatmyownrisk，what’sthecommunitytodowithit？D’youthinkI’mgoingtowhinetoittoputtheplasteron？Astorights，it’dbeadeucedsightbetterforusalliftherewasn’tsuchafussabout’em。Leavethattowomen！Idon’tgiveatinker’sdamnformenwhotalkabouttheirrightsinsuchmatters。\"
Sarellirose。\"Butyourhonour，\"hesaid，\"thereisyourhonour！\"
Mr。Treffrystaredathim。
\"Honour！Ifhuntin’women’syourideaofhonour，well——itisn’tmine。\"
\"Thenyou’dforgiveher，sir，whateverhappened，\"Dawneysaid。
\"Forgivenessisanotherthing。Ileavethattoyoursanctimoniousbeggars。But，huntawoman！Hangit，sir，I’mnotacad！\"andbringinghishanddownwitharattle，headded:\"Thisisasubjectthatdon’tbeartalkingof。\"
Sarellifellbackinhisseat，twirlinghismoustachesfiercely。
Harz，whohadrisen，lookedatChristian’semptyplace。
’IfIweremarried！’hethoughtsuddenly。
HerrPaul，withasomewhatvinousglare，stillmuttered，\"Butyourdutytothefamily！\"
Harzslippedthroughthewindow。Themoonwaslikeawonderfulwhitelanterninthepurplesky;therewasbutasmoulderofstars。
Beneaththesoftnessoftheairwastheicinessofthesnow;itmadehimwanttorunandleap。Asleepybeetledroppedonitsback;heturneditoverandwatcheditscurryacrossthegrass。
SomeonewasplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzstoodstilltolisten。Thenotescametwining，weavingroundhisthoughts;thewholenightseemedfullofgirlishvoices，ofhopesandfancies，soaringawaytomountainheights——invisible，yetpresent。Betweenthestemsoftheacacia—treeshecouldseetheflickerofwhitedresses，whereChristianandGretawerewalkingarminarm。Hewenttowardsthem;thebloodflushedupinhisface，hefeltalmostsurfeitedbysomesweetemotion。Then，insuddenhorror，hestoodstill。Hewasinlove！Withnothingdonewitheverythingbeforehim！Hewasgoingtobowdowntoaface！Theflickerofthedresseswasnolongervisible。Hewouldnotbefettered，hewouldstampitout！Heturnedaway;butwitheachstep，somethingseemedtojabathisheart。
Roundthecornerofthehouse，intheshadowofthewall，Dominique，theLuganese，inembroideredslippers，wassmokingalongcherry—woodpipe，leaningagainstatree——Mephistophelesineveningclothes。
Harzwentuptohim。
\"Lendmeapencil，Dominique。\"
\"Bien，M’sieu。\"
RestingacardagainstthetreeHarzwrotetoMrs。Decie:\"Forgiveme，Iamobligedtogoaway。InafewdaysIshallhopetoreturn，andfinishthepictureofyournieces。\"
HesentDominiqueforhishat。Duringtheman’sabsencehewasonthepointoftearingupthecardandgoingbackintothehouse。
WhentheLuganesereturnedhethrustthecardintohishand，andwalkedoutbetweenthetallpoplars，waiting，likeraggedghosts，silverwithmoonlight。
VIII
Harzwalkedawayalongtheroad。Adogwashowling。Thesoundseemedtooappropriate。Heputhisfingerstohisears，butthelugubriousnoisepassedthosebarriers，andmadeitswayintohisheart。Wastherenothingthatwouldputanendtothisemotion？Itwasnobetterintheoldhouseonthewall;hespentthenighttrampingupanddown。
Justbeforedaybreakheslippedoutwithaknapsack，takingtheroadtowardsMeran。
HehadnotquitepassedthroughGrieswhenheovertookamanwalkinginthemiddleoftheroadandleavingatrailofcigarsmokebehindhim。
\"Ah！myfriend，\"thesmokersaid，\"youwalkearly;areyougoingmyway？\"
ItwasCountSarelli。Therawlighthadimpartedagreytingetohispaleface，thegrowthofhisbeardshowedblackalreadybeneaththeskin;histhumbswerehookedinthepocketsofacloselybuttonedcoat，hegesticulatedwithhisfingers。
\"Youaremakingajourney？\"hesaid，noddingattheknapsack。\"Youareearly——Iamlate;ourfriendhasadmirablekummel——Ihavedrunktoomuch。Youhavenotbeentobed，Ithink？Ifthereisnosleepinone’sbeditisnogoodgoingtolookforit。Youfindthat？Itisbettertodrinkkummel……！Pardon！Youaredoingtherightthing:getaway！Getawayasfastaspossible！Don’twait，andletitcatchyou！\"
Harzstaredathimamazed。
\"Pardon！\"Sarellisaidagain，raisinghishat，\"thatgirl——thewhitegirl——Isaw。Youdowelltogetaway！\"heswayedalittleashewalked。\"Thatoldfellow——whatishisname—Trrreffr—ry！Whatideasofhonour！\"Hemumbled:\"Honourisanabstraction！Ifamanisnottruetoanabstraction，heisalowtype;butwaitaminute！\"
Heputhishandtohissideasthoughinpain。
Thehedgeswerebrighteningwithafaintpinkyglow;therewasnosoundonthelong，desertedroad，butthatoftheirfootsteps;
suddenlyabirdcommencedtochirp，anotheranswered——theworldseemedfulloftheselittlevoices。
Sarellistopped。
\"Thatwhitegirl，\"hesaid，speakingwithrapidity。\"Yes！Youdowell！getaway！Don’tletitcatchyou！Iwaited，itcaughtme——
whathappened？Everythinghorrible——andnow——kummel！\"Laughingathicklaugh，hegaveatwirltohismoustache，andswaggeredon。
\"Iwasafinefellow——nothingtoobigforMarioSarelli;theregimentlookedtome。Thenshecame——withhereyesandherwhitedress，alwayswhite，likethisone;thelittlemoleonherchin，herhandsforevermoving——theirtouchaswarmassunbeams。Then，nolongerSarellithis，andthat！Thelittlehouseclosetotheramparts！Twoarms，twoeyes，andnothinghere，\"hetappedhisbreast，\"butflamesthatmadeashesquickly——inher，likethisash——！\"heflickedthewhiteflakeoffhiscigar。\"It’sdroll！Youagree，hein？SomedayIshallgobackandkillher。Inthemeantime——kummel！\"
Hestoppedatahouseclosetotheroad，andstoodstill，histeethbaredinagrin。
\"ButIboreyou，\"hesaid。Hiscigar，flungdown，sputteredforthitssparksontheroadinfrontofHarz。\"Ilivehere——good—morning！
Youareamanforwork——yourhonourisyourArt！Iknow，andyouareyoung！Themanwholovesfleshbetterthanhishonourisalowtype—
—Iamalowtype。I！MarioSarelli，alowtype！Ilovefleshbetterthanmyhonour！\"
Heremainedswayingatthegatewiththegrinfixedonhisface;thenstaggeredupthesteps，andbangedthedoor。ButbeforeHarzhadwalkedon，heagainappeared，beckoning，inthedoorway。Obeyinganimpulse，Harzwentin。
\"Wewillmakeanightofit，\"saidSareIIi;\"wine，brandy，kummel？I
amvirtuous——kummelitmustbeforme！\"
Hesatdownatapiano，andbegantotouchthekeys。Harzpouredoutsomewine。Sarellinodded。
\"Youbeginwiththat？Allegro——piu——presto！
Wine——brandy——kummel！\"hequickenedthetimeofthetune:\"itisnottoolongapassage，andthis\"——hetookhishandsoffthekeys——\"comesafter。\"
Harzsmiled。
\"Somemendonotkillthemselves，\"hesaid。
Sarelli，whowasbendingandswayingtothemusicofatarantella，brokeoff，andlettinghiseyesrestonthepainter，beganplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzleapedtohisfeet。
\"Stopthat！\"hecried。
\"Itpricksyou？\"saidSarellisuavely;\"whatdoyouthinkofthis？\"
heplayedagain，crouchingoverthepiano，andmakingthenotessoundlikethecryingofawoundedanimal。
\"Forme！\"hesaid，swinginground，andrising。
\"Yourhealth！Andsoyoudon’tbelieveinsuicide，butinmurder？
Thecustomistheotherway;butyoudon’tbelieveincustoms？
CustomsareonlyforSociety？\"Hedrankaglassofkummel。\"YoudonotloveSociety？\"
Harzlookedathimintently;hedidnotwanttoquarrel。
\"Iamnottoofondofotherpeople’sthoughts，\"hesaidatlast;\"I
prefertothinkmyown。
\"AndisSocietyneverright？ThatpoorSociety！\"
\"Society！WhatisSociety——afewmeningoodcoats？Whathasitdoneforme？\"
Sarellibittheendoffacigar。
\"Ah！\"hesaid;\"nowwearecomingtoit。Itisgoodtobeanartist，afinebantamofanartist;whereothermenhavetheirdis—ci—pline，hehashis，whatshallwesay——hismoundofroses？\"
Thepainterstartedtohisfeet。
\"Yes，\"saidSarelli，withahiccough，\"youareafinefellow！\"
\"Andyouaredrunk！\"criedHarz。
\"Alittledrunk——notmuch，notenoughtomatter！\"
Harzbrokeintolaughter。Itwascrazytostaytherelisteningtothismadfellow。Whathadbroughthimin？Hemovedtowardsthedoor。
\"Ah！\"saidSarelli，\"butitisnogoodgoingtobed——letustalk。I
havealottosay——itispleasanttotalktoanarchistsattimes。\"
Fulldaylightwasalreadycomingthroughthechinksoftheshutters。
\"Youareallanarchists，youpainters，youwritingfellows。Youlivebyplayingballwithfacts。Images——nothingsolid—hein？You’reallfornewthingstoo，totickleyournerves。Nodiscipline！Trueanarchists，everyoneofyou！\"
Harzpouredoutanotherglassofwineanddrankitoff。Theman’sfeverishexcitementwascatching。
\"Onlyfools，\"hereplied，\"takethingsforgranted。Asfordiscipline，whatdoyouaristocrats，orbourgeoisknowofdiscipline？
Haveyoueverbeenhungry？Haveyoueverhadyoursouldownonitsback？\"
\"Soulonitsback？Thatisgood！\"
\"Aman’snouse，\"criedHarz，\"ifhe’salwaysthinkingofwhatothersthink;hemuststandonhisownlegs。\"
\"Hemustnotthenconsiderotherpeople？\"
\"Notfromcowardiceanyway。\"
Sarellidrank。
\"Whatwouldyoudo，\"hesaid，strikinghischest，\"ifyouhadadevil—here？Wouldyougotobed？\"
AsortofpityseizedonHarz。Hewantedtosaysomethingthatwouldbeconsolingbutcouldfindnowords;andsuddenlyhefeltdisgusted。
Whatlinkwastherebetweenhimandthisman;betweenhisloveandthisman’slove？
\"Harz！\"mutteredSarelli;\"Harzmeans’tar，’hein？Yourfamilyisnotanoldone？\"
Harzglared，andsaid:\"Myfatherisapeasant。\"
Sarelliliftedthekummelbottleandemptieditintohisglass，withasteadyhand。
\"You’rehonest——andwebothhavedevils。Iforgot;Ibroughtyouintoseeapicture！\"
Hethrewwidetheshutters;thewindowswerealreadyopen，andarushofaircamein。
\"Ah！\"hesaid，sniffing，\"smellsoftheearth，nichtwahr，HerrArtist？Youshouldknow——itbelongstoyourfather……Come，here’smypicture;aCorreggio！Whatdoyouthinkofit？\"
\"Itisacopy。\"
\"Youthink？\"
\"Iknow。\"
\"Thenyouhavegivenmethelie，Signor，\"anddrawingouthishandkerchiefSareIIiflickeditinthepainter’sface。
Harzturnedwhite。
\"Duellingisagoodcustom！\"saidSarelli。\"Ishallhavethehonourtoteachyoujustthisone，unlessyouareafraid。Herearepistols—
—thisroomistwentyfeetacrossatleast，twentyfeetisnobaddistance。\"
Andpullingoutadrawerhetooktwopistolsfromacase，andputthemonthetable。
\"Thelightisgood——butperhapsyouareafraid。\"
\"Givemeone！\"shoutedtheinfuriatedpainter;\"andgotothedevilforafool\"
\"Onemoment！\"Sarellimurmured:\"Iwillloadthem，theyaremoreusefulloaded。\"
Harzleanedoutofthewindow;hisheadwasinawhirl。’Whatonearthishappening？’hethought。’He’smad——orIam！Confoundhim！
I’mnotgoingtobekilled！’Heturnedandwenttowardsthetable。
Sarelli’sheadwassunkonhisarms，hewasasleep。Harzmethodicallytookupthepistols，andputthembackintothedrawer。
Asoundmadehimturnhishead;therestoodatall，strongyoungwomaninaloosegowncaughttogetheronherchest。Hergreyeyesglancedfromthepaintertothebottles，fromthebottlestothepistol—case。Asimplereasoning，whichstruckHarzascomic。
\"Itisoftenlikethis，\"shesaidinthecountrypatois;\"derHerrmustnotbefrightened。\"
LiftingthemotionlessSarelliasifhewereababy，shelaidhimonacouch。
\"Ah！\"shesaid，sittingdownandrestingherelbowonthetable;\"hewillnotwake！\"
Harzbowedtoher;herpatientfigure，inspiteofitsyouthandstrength，seemedtohimpathetic。Takinguphisknapsack，hewentout。
Thesmokeofcottagesrosestraight;wispsofmistwerewanderingaboutthevalley，andthesongsofbirdsdroppinglikeblessings。
Alloverthegrassthespidershadspunaseaofthreadsthatbentandquiveredtothepressureoftheair，likefairytight—ropes。
Allthatdayhetramped。
Blacksmiths，tallstoutmenwithknottedmuscles，sleepyeyes，andgreatfairbeards，cameoutoftheirforgestostretchandwipetheirbrows，andstareathim。
Teamsofwhiteoxen，waitingtobeharnessed，lashedtheirtailsagainsttheirflanks，movingtheirheadsslowlyfromsidetosideintheheat。Oldwomenatchaletdoorsblinkedandknitted。
Thewhitehouses，withgapingcavesofstorageundertheroofs，theredchurchspire，theclinkingofhammersintheforges，theslowstampingofoxen—allspokeofsleepytoil，withoutideasorambition。
Harzknewitalltoowell;liketheearth’sodour，itbelongedtohim，asSarellihadsaid。
Towardssunsetcomingtoacopseoflarches，hesatdowntorest。Itwasverystill，butforthetinkleofcowbells，and，fromsomewhereinthedistance，thesoundofdroppinglogs。
Twobarefootedlittleboyscamefromthewood，marchingearnestlyalong，andlookingatHarzasifhewereamonster。Oncepasthim，theybegantorun。
’Attheirage，’hethought，’Ishouldhavedonethesame。’Ahundredmemoriesrushedintohismind。
Helookeddownatthevillagestragglingbelow——whitehouseswithrussettilesandcrownsofsmoke，vineyardswheretheyoungleaveswerebeginningtounfold，thered—cappedspire，athreadofbubblingstream，anoldstonecross。Hehadbeenfourteenyearsstrugglingupfromallthis;andnowjustashehadbreathingspace，andthetimetogivehimselfwhollytohiswork——thisweaknesswasuponhim！
Better，athousandtimes，togiveherup！
Inahouseortwolightsbegantowink;thescentofwoodsmokereachedhim，thedistantchimesofbells，theburringofastream。
IX
Nextdayhisonethoughtwastogetbacktowork。Hearrivedatthestudiointheafternoon，and，layinginprovisions，barricadedthelowerdoor。Forthreedayshedidnotgoout;onthefourthdayhewenttoVillaRubein……
SchlossRunkelstein——grey，blind，strengthless——stillkeepsthevalley。Thewindowswhichonce，likeeyes，watchedmenandhorsescreepingthroughthesnow，bravedthesplutterofgunsandthegleamoftorches，arenowholesforthebirdstonestin。Tangledcreepershavespreadtotheverysummitsofthewalls。Inthekeep，insteadofgrimmeninarmour，thereisawoodenboardrecordingthehistoryofthecastleandinstructingvisitorsonthesubjectofrefreshments。Onlyatnight，whenthecoldmoonblancheseverything，thecastlestandslikethegrimghostofitsoldself，highabovetheriver。
Afteralongmorning’ssittingthegirlshadstartedforthwithHarzandDawneytospendtheafternoonattheruin;MissNaylor，keptathomebyheadache，watchedthemdepartwithwordsofcautionagainstsunstroke，stingingnettles，andstrangedogs。
Sincethepainter’sreturnChristianandhehadhardlyspokentoeachother。Belowthebattlementonwhichtheysat，inarailedgallerywithlittletables，DawneyandGretawereplayingdominoes，twosoldiersdrinkingbeer，andatthetopofaflightofstairstheCustodian’swifesewingatagarment。Christiansaidsuddenly:\"I
thoughtwewerefriends。\"
\"Well，FrauleinChristian，aren’twe？\"
\"Youwentawaywithoutaword;friendsdon’tdothat。\"
Harzbithislips。