"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."