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 wealth. "Er stand auf seines Daches zinnenZinnen [sic]—Polycrates, Polycrates!"

"By the way," Stephensen began after a pause, "I paid your mother a visit and it pleased me to find her so well and active."

"Have you already? And you came yesterday?"

"No, to-day by the morning train."

"And leave again?" I blurted out.

"Not exactly to-morrow," he answered with a mocking smile.

"I almost thought so," I answered, "since you were in such a hurry with your visit."

"And the picture! That will not be finished in one day," Minna remarked.

"No more than Rome! Fortunately the picture is free. I have already arranged everything with the custodian, and I think of starting to-morrow."

I had quite forgotten this picture, and he evidently had also forgotten it.

We had walked slowly through Zwinger, and were now passing through the gardens towards the post-court. Behind a group of acacias, with leaning trunks, a street-lamp, that was struggling with the last ray of daylight, spread a dull yellowish misty glare, out of which the dainty Gothic sandstone portal of the Sophie-Church appeared, while its slim open-work spires stood phantomlike over the dark summits of the trees against a twilight sky, that was almost colourless but for a couple of sloping feathery clouds still beaming in a rosy glow. I had often seen the place in this fascinating light during my evening walks, and now, to my disgust, it was Stephensen who