ems to be the only sin against _their_ holy spirit?"

"Bravo!" replied Mohr dryly. "You've memorized your part well and
delivered your little speech bravely. But it can't produce an effect on
every audience. These magnificent views of the work and money, which
you share with all interpreters of dreams, alchymists, and false
profits, from Mohammed down to our own times; this artless pilfering of
enthusiastic innocence, which in its blindness so eagerly seizes the
most glittering baits, may suit those who cling to you and find their
interest in being preyed upon by you. _Volenti non fit injuria_--you've
probably learned so much _Jus_. But the good Frau Valentin, who is not
in love with you, does not stand on the same theological soil, or
desire to purchase any religious enlightenment for hard cash, looks at
the matter from the standpoint of common plebeian honesty. I think
you've some idea of what people call honesty and good faith. The
excellent soul, in her narrow mindedness, holds fast to these and
thinks that he to whom she has given money for her poor, is a miserable
cheat, when he uses these funds to defray his own expenses and pays for
oysters and Rhine wine to the honor of God."

"You're a devil!" muttered Lorinser grinding his teeth.

"I never considered myself an angel," replied Mohr, still in the
calmest possible tone. "But at least I hope to be no stupid devil.
You've seen," he continued, as he again opened his tobacco box, "I'm
tolerably skillful in the art of rolling cigarettes. If the one now in
process of being made, is completed before you've given your consent to
my very reasonable compromise, I shall go straight from this sacred
place to the profane dwelling of a magistrate with whom I'm very well
acquainted. You don't smoke yourself? A pity! It's often very useful to
aid one in keeping cool. Bluecher smoked in every battle."

A suppressed snort of fury came from the dark end of the apartment,
whither the other had retired. Suddenly he rushed to the door and flung
it wide open. "Leave this room!" he shouted in so loud a tone, that
any listeners outside could not fail to hear it. "That we never meet
again shall be my care."

"Thank you," replied Mohr, putting on his hat. "The cigarette is just
finished. I knew we should come to an understanding. _Intelligenti
panca._ You're too polite; you need not so courteously open the door
for me. I know the rule of all ghosts and spirits, that they must go
out