l with the citizens, or rather with one of the gilds.
The origin of the trouble was the picture of a certain painter. More she
did not know, other than that Ruediger had gone to Switzerland and lost
his life by falling down one of the mountains. The sisters, she said,
were the laughing stock of the town. They never left the house except on
certain days, when they went out to the nearby cemetery at the Church of
St. John to place flowers on the grave of that painter.

Daniel hardly listened to what she said. They were standing at the St.
Sebaldus Church, and the chimes began to play. "Magnificent," he
murmured, "an ascending triad in A."

Eleanore asked him how he was getting along, and looked with regret at
his sunken cheeks. Her virile expression was rather displeasing to him.
He was surprised to see how rarely she lowered her eye lids. He said he
was getting along quite well. She smiled.

"It's terrible that a man has to have a monster in his body that must be
fed," he remarked. "Otherwise one could storm the heavens and steal the
songs of the angels. But this was not to be. You have first to flutter
your wings until they are wounded and break your chains, and by that
time such ethereal power as you may have had is dissipated."

He wrinkled his face until he again looked like the wily ape. "But I am
going to see it through," he said. "I want to find out whether God drew
me from the urn as a blank or a prize." He could be very eloquent when
he talked about himself.

Eleanore smiled. It seemed to her that it was merely necessary to bring
a little order into his life. She consequently assumed the
responsibility of looking after his room.

In Tetzel Street they met the inspector. As Jordan walked along at the
side of his beloved daughter, it seemed to him that the grey walls and
weather-beaten stones of the houses were no longer so earthy or weighed
down with time. Eleanore looked toward the West into the purple glow of
the setting sun. She was not quite herself. There came moments when she
suffered from homesickness for a fairer land.

She thought of Italy. She conjured up lovely visions of sunny bays,
blooming groves, and white statues.

Daniel however went on toward the Fuell. The workmen were coming from the
suburbs, and in their tired faces he felt that he recognised his own
world. "Oh," he sighed, "I should like to get nearer the stars, to make
the acquaintance of more dependable hearts, of hearts that are t