"It is not _your_ first day, though, Markus, is it? It can never be any easier for _you_. And that ought not to be so. It will never do." A strange bitterness of thought took possession of Johannes--as if everything were full of fraud and foolishness--as if he himself were made a fool of. What sort of fellow was that, with the long hair, the silly old cap, and frayed-out trousers, who sat there, pottering? Markus glanced round and looked at him. Immediately Johannes grew ashamed of his thoughts and felt a deep, over-mastering sorrow and sympathy, that He--He who was standing there before him, was obliged to toil so--in poverty and squalor. This time he burst into unrestrained sobs, he was both so tired and so over-excited. Weeping, he could only utter, "Why is it? I cannot understand. It will never--never!--" Markus did not attempt to console him; he merely said gently but firmly that he must wheel the cart and go home, for people were observing them. Johannes went early to bed, and his Guide went with him. The din from below came up to them, as before, and the moon shone brightly into the little garret. The two friends lay upon their hard mattresses, hand in hand, talking together in an undertone. They did not use the careless common-places of every-day speech, but they spoke as Johannes had done with Windekind;--in the old, serious way. "When I look at you, my brother, what is it makes me feel so sad?" asked Johannes. "When I see your shabby clothes and blackened hands; when I hear you addressed as comrade by those poor and filthy people; when I see you sharing their hard, unlovely life, then I cannot keep from crying. I am sorry I gave way to my feelings, and attracted attention, but then it is so dreadful!" "It is dreadful, Johannes, not on my account, but because of the necessity for it." "How can there be any need of your being so plain and sad? Is there anything good in plainness and sadness?" "No, Johannes; plainness and sadness are evils. The beautiful and the joyful only are good, and it is they we must seek." "But, dear brother, you may be both beautiful and joyful. Indeed, what is there you cannot be? I saw you walking upon the shining waters. That surely was no illusion?" "No, that was no illusion." "I saw only your face--not your clothing; only your face, and that was beautiful and noble. And if you can walk upon the sea, then you can, if you wish to, be beautiful and grand and joyful, even among those ugly people." "Yes, I can do that also, Johannes, but I will not do it, because I love those plain and sorrowful people. I will do much more, just because so much power has been given me. I will be a brother to them, so that they may learn to know me. "Must you, for that reason, be low in station and be sorrowful?"