tar, without
yet having the coolness to separate them. He was a man to love once
only, and there is but one love. There are different phases of it as
there are different lodgers in the same house; they do not know each
other, but they come in and go forth by the same staircase-way.

Of this he was instinctively certain that if he loved Kaiserina, she
would guide him in altogether another direction than he had looked and
whither his proud and admiring professors had pointed. Enormous wealth
in our days is to the monopolist, immense fame to the specialist. To
rise above contestants, one must be patient, resigned, long toiling and
abhorrent of the social ties which fetter one when most of the time is
demanded to solve a problem, and pester one to recite the two or three
letters he has learnt when he ought to study till he masters the entire
alphabet. A man must immolate himself.

Oh, he had been so happy at whiles with the thought, accounted
providential, that he stood alone, with no one to distract him, to
impose burdens on him and to claim a right to make inroads on his
precious hours. He loved the loneliness in which he sank when he stepped
out of the lecture-room and the amphitheatre. He had not felt the need,
which others confessed, of some one with whom to share griefs, debate
enigmas and communicate projects. Since he saw Rebecca, he had, indeed,
had an almost momentary glimpse of a home where a dashing woman, moving
silently and airily, guarded his meditations from the external plagues.
Such a woman was created to comfort, cheer and encourage if he flagged.
But the love she inspired was ideal, perceived hazily during the hours
when he was out of health, and divined rather than watched her tender
ministrations.

The courtships are long when love is based on respect. She gave repose
to the soul, not excitement to the spirit. He saw that she admired him
for his courage in daring so much--more than he had fully realized--for
the despised and trampled-upon, and she pitied one before whom yawned
the dreadful prison which rarely lets out the political prisoner with
enough life in his wrecked frame to be worth living out. But he did not
see that she was truth and that he should follow her. As the sailors
drive the ship toward the false beacon, near them and garish and
flaring, so he thought the erratic orb brighter than the serene fixed
star.

He felt ungrateful. This sneaking out of the town was ridiculous after
the