SOME time later Bianca and Carlo Navara, not having seen each other alone since New Year's eve, left the hospital early in the afternoon for a walk together. As a matter of fact Carlo's conscience had not been altogether easy concerning his neglect of Bianca since their days together at Chateau-Thierry. And certainly before those days he had reason to be grateful to Bianca and fond of her as well! Moreover, a little private talk with Sonya on this same subject, when Sonya had not spared his vanity, had quickened his resolution. Curious, Sonya had said, that the artist so seldom considers loyalty an essential trait of his own character when he demands so much loyalty from others! And yet one knows that without loyalty no human character has any real value! Yet Carlo was not thinking of these ideas in detail when he and Bianca started out. It was a February day with the faintest suggestion of spring in the damp, cold air. Nevertheless, Bianca herself had chosen that they walk along the river bank, following a path until they reached the promenade which extended along a portion of the Rhine at Coblenz like the famous board walk of Atlantic City. Holding tight to Carlo's hand, they slipped down the hill from behind the hospital until reaching this path. But once on fairly level ground, Bianca deliberately removed her hand from her companion's and began walking sedately beside him several feet away. "Why not walk as we have many times with my hand in your's to keep you from slipping, Bianca?" Carlo inquired with a teasing inflection in his voice and manner. "I thought you and I were kind of brother and sister. I don't want you sliding off into the water." As Bianca made no answer, Carlo turned from her to look out over the river. Today the water was dark and muddy with a strong current flowing. "Bianca," Carlo asked, "have you ever read the story of the Rheingold in the Ring of the Nibelung? One has had a horror of Germany for so long that one has preferred to forget German music. Yet since we arrived in Germany I have been reading the legends of the Rheingold and they seem to me to predict Germany's overthrow because of her materialism. "Since to me Gold is the only God, and Gold alone The idol that I worship, from all worlds Will I drive out all love and loving-kindness That to all other men there be no other God But Gold, and Gold alone shall all men serve." Carlo sang these few lines softly, forgetting his companion for the moment. Then he added half talking to her and half thinking aloud. "I wonder if some day, I, the son of Italian parents, shall ever sing German music, if my hatred of Germany and antagonism to everything else that is German will allow me even to be willing to sing it. And yet I suppose there is no great tenor who has not at some time in his life longed to take the part of Siegfried, 'The curse can touch him not for he is pure, Love shineth on him and he knows not fear.'"