the same way they came in. There! And now success to you
devoutness."

Without vouchsafing another glance to his conquered foe, he walked
passed him with the calmest possible expression of countenance, while
Lorinser, trembling from head to foot with passion, stood beside the
door with clenched lists and slammed it violently behind his enemy.
When Mohr was going down stairs, he fancied he heard a low groan of
fury, such as might be uttered by a wild beast that has fallen into a
pit. An expression of bitter loathing passed over his stern face, and
his underlip curled with scorn. When he again stood in the cold dark
street, he paused, drew a long breath, extended his muscular arms as if
to throw off an unendurable burden, and for a moment closed his eyes.

"Where shall I go now?" escaped his lips. "Wither turn to regain what
is lost? No, not lost forever! If I'm forced to search the earth to its
remotest confines I shall find her, I must, I _will_ find her. Poor,
poor woman! I will give you peace, so far as is possible for men to
know peace against devils!"

He walked on a few steps, absorbed in deep thought, then paused
suddenly and passed his hand across his brow. "Good Heavens! I had
nearly forgotten it while occupied with all this baseness; Edwin and
Leah receive their friends to-night! I'll go there. I must see some
good people, to restore my faith in humanity."

And whistling the adagio from the symphony in C. minor--his invariable
remedy when he wanted to drive a bitter taste from his tongue--he
turned toward the zaunkoenig's little house.

BOOK V.

CHAPTER I.

At the moment when after a lapse of four years we resume the thread of
our story, we find Edwin sitting at the open window of a hotel, attired
in a costume very similar to the one which he wore when we made his
acquaintance on a certain moonlight night. Again he wears an
unpretending grey summer suit, with a black tie fastened loosely around
his neck, and a straw hat, which, despite the changing fashions, is in
shape nearly identical to one worn long before, lies on the table,
adorned with a fresh bouquet of heather blossoms. Even his features
show no trace of the four years that have passed; indeed he might now
be taken for a younger man, his cheeks are slightly bronzed by the air
and sun, the line between the brows has disappeared, the restless
glance has vanished. He h