"At your leisure," said the young man, laughing. "Have I changed?" He had just pushed a leathern arm-chair up to his uncle, and sat down facing him, on a sofa covered with a rug and placed against the wall. Between them there was a table, on which burned a little oil lamp of chased metal. Near by through the window, whose curtains were drawn aside, the park could be seen all motionless and solitary in the moonlight. M. Ulrich scrutinised Jean with a curiosity at once affectionate and proud. He had grown--he was a little taller than his uncle. His solid Alsatian face had taken on a quiet firmness and more pleasing lines. His brown moustache was thicker, his easy gestures were now those of a man who has seen the world. He might have been mistaken for a Southerner because of the Italian paleness of his shaven cheeks, of his eyes encircled with shadow, because of his dark hair which he wore parted at the side, and because of his pale lips opening over fine healthy teeth, which he showed when he spoke or smiled. But several signs marked him a Child of Alsace. The width of his face across the cheek-bones, his eyes green as the forests of the Vosges, and the square chin of the peasants of the valley. He had inherited some of their characteristics, for his great grandfather had guided the plough. He had their sturdy horseman's body. The uncle also guessed, by the youthfulness of the glance which met his, that Jean Oberlé, the man of twenty-four, whom he was now looking at once more, was not very different morally from him whom he had known formerly. "No," he said, after a long pause, "you are the same!--only you are a man--I was afraid of greater changes." "And why?" "Because, my boy, at your age especially there are certain journeys which are crucial tests. But first, where do you come from, exactly?" "From Berlin, where I passed my _Referendar_ examination." The uncle laughed a jerky laugh, which he repressed quickly, and which was lost in his grey beard. "Let us call that the _Licence en droit_ examination--if you kindly will." "Most willingly, uncle." "Then give me a fuller explanation and one more up-to-date, for you must have had your diploma in your pocket more than a year. What have you done with your time?" "It's very simple. The year before last I passed my examination, as you know, in Berlin, so finishing my law studies. Last year I worked with a lawyer till August. Then I travelled through Bohemia, Hungary, Croatia, and the Caucasus--with father's permission. I took six months over it. I returned to Berlin to get my student's luggage and to pay some farewell visits--and here I am." "Well, and your father? In my haste to see you again I have not asked after him. Is he well?" "He is not here." "What! Was he obliged to be absent on the very evening of your return?" Jean answered with a little bitterness: