se, as if the evil spirit which possessed him
had been exorcised by a spell, Roland entered the house with Weidmann.
He stood at the window, gazing long into the starlit heaven, and then
wrote a letter to Manna. Out of an overflowing heart, he told her that
to-day he had found the Highest--a trust, a faith, a rest, such as he
had never believed possible. But he could not finish the letter.

He sought Eric, and begged that he would go back with him to Villa
Eden.

Eric understood him; and the next day they departed together.

It was a happy coming home, when Eric and Roland arrived at the Villa.

They found the ladies tranquil and happy. Manna beamed with a twofold
rapture. Her brother and her lover had come; and both brought strength
with them and substantial invigoration.

They had much to tell one another; yet, when the first greetings were
over, they reverted to higher and more general themes. All were struck
with surprise, that Manna should have a story so like Roland's to tell.

Professor Einsiedel had several exceptions to take to Roland's
communication; but he stifled them. The youth might some time advance
another step; still it was needful for him to have taken this.

To the story of Manna's experience he listened with satisfaction. He
could reflect that he had helped to establish her self-dependence.

Sitting with her hand in Eric's, Manna told her tale.

"It was hard for me to forego the old sacred consolations. Whenever I
went to church, I thought of you and of myself. The strong, tremulous
swell of the organ speaks so directly to the heart. Those tones are
lost to you and me. You have told me that your friends used to deride
you as a sentimentalist, because you could not overcome the longing in
your soul for those organ-tones; and now that same desire awoke within
me when I thought of you. But 'tis vain! It must be enough for us that
the realm of music and of feeling is still vast and wide, without the
strains of the church-organ. I cling to those noble words, 'My temple
are ye.' If the human soul has become the temple of the Holy Ghost, we
need no visible temple."

A spirit of consecration hovered over them as they were now assembled
in the vine-clad house. They felt that they were members of the
communion which has no name.

When Eric visited the little town, he was informed by the cooper, now,
mine host of the "Carp," that the comedy-writer had wanted to make a
carnival play out of Sonnenkamp