asked whether she could see Mr. Warren. On Hermann answering in the
affirmative, she further inquired whether her brother might
accompany her.

"Two visitors might fatigue the invalid too much," said Hermann;
"your brother may come later."

"Are you not afraid that my visit may tire him?"

"I do not think so; it will make him very happy."

Ellen only took a few minutes to put on her hat and cloak, and they
started. The short journey was accomplished in silence. When they
reached the house, Hermann went in first to see how the dying man
was. He was lying in his bed, in the delirium of fever, muttering
incoherent sentences. Nevertheless he recognized Hermann, and asked
for something to drink. After having allayed his thirst, he closed
his eyes, as if to sleep.

"I have brought you a friend," said Hermann; "will you see him?"

"Hermann? He is always welcome."

"No; it is a friend from America."

"From America?...I lived there many years...How desolate and
monotonous were the shores I visited!..."

"Will you see your friend?"