"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。