“The word! Do you remember, Meister? I told you then, that you had found the right one. You are greatly altered, and it is a pity that you have lost your flowing locks; but you look like a happy man, and to what do you owe it? To the word, the only right word: ‘Art!’” He let her finish the sentence, then answered gravely “There is still a loftier word, noble lady! Whoever owns it--is rich indeed. He will no longer wander--seek in doubt. “And this is?” she asked incredulously, with a smile of superior knowledge. “I have found it,” he answered firmly. “It is ‘Love.’” Sophonisba bent her head, saying softly and sadly: “yes, yes--love.” ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: Among fools one must be a fool He was steadfast in everything, even anger No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point To expect gratitude is folly Whoever condemns, feels himself superior End of Project Gutenberg’s A Word Only A Word, Complete, by Georg Ebers