"I am carried away by the current of the river. In the distance I
see dark and shadowy forms; there are hills full of shade and
coolness...but I will never rest there."

Hermann retired noiselessly, and returned almost immediately with
Ellen.

Warren, who had taken no notice of him, continued to follow the
course of his wandering thoughts.

"The river is drawing near to the sea. Already I can hear the roar
of the waves...The banks are beginning to be clothed with verdure...The
hills are drawing nearer....It is dark now. Here are the big trees
beneath which I have dreamed so often. A radiant apparition shines
through their foliage....It comes towards me...
Ellen!"

She was standing beside the bed. The dying man saw her, and without
showing the least surprise, said with a smile, "Thank God! you have
come in time. I knew you were coming."

He murmured a few unintelligible words, and then remained silent for
a long while. His eyes were wide open. Suddenly he cried, "Hermann!"

Hermann came and stood beside Ellen.

"The pendulum...You know what I mean?" A frank childish smile--the
smile of his student days--lighted up his pallid face. He raised his
right hand, and tracing in the air with his forefinger a wide
semicircle, to imitate the oscillation of a pendulum, he said,