"But the masses among the others do not study at all, and so we come back to the same point. Despite mediocrity and weakness we push forward; and that is just what as aliens is not our right." After further discussion of the topic, Magnus and Sternberg left. Henry and Hugo were alone. Occupied, each with his own thoughts, they remained in silence for some moments. Then Hugo asked his friend with concern in his voice: "Are you tired?" "O no, just a bit unstrung." "May I speak to you of another matter this evening?" "Certainly." "I am uneasy about Dr. Weilen's intrusion in our family circle. What does he want? What does his interest mean, his familiarity? He comes often, as if he belonged here, like a cousin,--and they like him. All of them--except myself. And I'm afraid--afraid for Rita!" Henry turned white, he bit his lips, rested his head on his hand, and did not answer. "What do you think, Henry? You know my sister well. During the lessons in philosophy that you give her, you surely have an opportunity to probe the girl's soul. What do you think?" "Who dares say he knows another's soul,--especially that of such a sensitive nature as Rita?" he responded hesitatingly. "But do you know, Hugo, I am more tired than I thought I was; I think I'd better go." "Shall I go with you?" "No, I thank you. It is late, and there is no reason for your going out into the cold." "Well, then, until to-morrow." "Good-night, Hugo." He went slowly down the stairs. The corridors were still brilliantly lighted. As he reached the hall of the main floor, a servant was holding the door open for Dr. Weilen. "O, good evening, Dr. Rosenfeld," he greeted him good-humoredly. "Good evening, Dr. Weilen." "Hospitality seems to be exercised on all the floors of this house. You have just been with Hugo?" He nodded in answer, and the two men left the house together. * * * * *