Early morning which, on the summer's night, dawned with its first streaks of red on the horizon, only put an end to the enjoyment of the dancers. In the deep silence of that early hour, which brings something sanctifying with it, after refreshing sleep, something gloomy after a watchful night, the two friends sat together in a comfortable room, looking over the wide ocean, whose waves seemed to thrill with kindling rapture at the first greeting of the young day's orb. Kuhl had lighted a cigar, and with a cup of Mocca before him, he listened with unshaken equanimity to the disclosures of his nervously agitated friend. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: A common or moorland covered with heather, merely so-called in East Prussia.--_Translator's Note_.] [Footnote 2: The art designation of the Nankin Academy. _Wald_ signifies forest or grove; _Pinsel_ paint-brushes and simpletons: hence the joke is lost in translation.--_Translator's note_.] [Footnote 3: The lark it was, not the nightingale, Come arise from your quiet-laden slumber,-- The fires are ready on every side, The sacred fires, without number.] [Footnote 4: The quotations from Heine are borrowed from E. A. Bowring's, those from Schiller from Lord Lytton's translations.--_Translator's Note_.] END OF VOL. I. * * * * * Printed by Remington & Co., 5, Arundel Street, Strand, W.C.