possible
way.

"If you want to wait till you have nothing more to learn, before you
begin to teach, you can write only posthumous books. I must preach very
nearly the same sermon with which I yesterday converted a much more
eccentric Christian; your head has reached its full growth, I think. It
may be refurnished in one way or another; have a window cut here or
there, but the foundations will not enlarge. And as it is tolerably
spacious and not ill planned, it will be useful for the world to know
how it (the world, I mean,) is reflected in this head. For my part, I
have a special interest in wishing the book to be written soon; in the
first place, because it must be dedicated to me and our ex-tribune of
the people; and secondly, because in my own unfruitfulness, it is a
satisfaction to have friends who can make themselves talked about and
accomplish something entire."

When, toward evening, they parted, and Mohr went to the station, to
return to his wife and child, both, though without showing it except by
a somewhat over-strained gayety, were very much agitated. They had
again shared what binds human beings most closely to each other, pure,
unselfish hours of grave meditation and quiet sympathy, in the
contemplation of the eternal verities. And moreover they felt
themselves bound more strongly to each other by a renewal of the old
friendship which may, even when the thoughts are unlike, and the
topmost branches as it were divide, forever entwine the roots of two
lives.

It was already dark, when Edwin also set out by rail to return to the
little city which he had left in the morning. The unconquerable longing
for home had increased to an actual fever, during the hour he was
obliged to wait at the station. When the train at last stopped in the
town, which now contained his world, he sprang hastily out, looking
neither to the right nor left, lest he should see some acquaintance who
might detain him. He did not notice the two men who had been waiting
for the arrival of the same train, Reinhold and Herr Feyertag, the
latter, being as we know, about to return to Berlin. They, also, were
too much engrossed in conversation, to heed the traveler in a suit of
grey, who rushed blindly past them and instantly turned toward the
city.

When at last, panting for breath and wiping the perspiration from his
brow, he reached his house, he was surprised to find the windows dark,
but instantly said to himself: "She's with Reginche