When at last he parted from her and from St. Luna, and she was compelled to reflect that in a few days he would go to Maienthal,--and when in his eyes and hers tears stood which indicated more than _one_ sorrow, and which not, man dries away but death or God,--then Victor during the farewell looked upon her with the mute question, "Shall I say nothing to our beloved?"--Clotilda's soul remained most erect under burdens, and she never appeared greater than through tears, as the stars in a heaven full of rain come out brighter and larger; she looked up to heaven as if asking, "Couldst thou, all-gracious One, crush us so deeply?" then she weighed with oppressed heart the heavy grief,--then she found it too great for utterance--and too great for endurance,--and she no longer believed it, and said ambiguously, with wet eyes and with ambiguous smile, "No, Victor, we shall surely all meet again!" Victor went off not long before the two crowned bathing-guests arrived with a considerable retinue.--I remark it with quite as little resentment as Victor felt on the occasion, that Agatha, notwithstanding the maternal example, broke off entirely, first with Victor, i. e. with the Antipode and Anti-Christ of her beloved brother; secondly and still more with Clotilda. It may be stated, that I suppressed the foregoing letter of Emanuel in the first edition, for the simple reason--for I had it in my hands early enough, as well as many other documents of this history, which nevertheless (for reasons) will never be published--that I feared it would be affecting; a susceptible soul finds, as it is, too many sorrows in this volume!--But for that very reason we will not leave out what there was, in the first edition, of the comic, and accordingly I proceed.