Stoopingandfumblingonthefloor，hepickeduphishat。Christianhadalreadyvanished;thesoundofherhurryingfootstepswasdistinctlyaudibleatthetopofthedarkstairs。HerrPaulstoodstillaminute。
　　"Looktoyourself，mydearfriend！"hesaidinathickvoice，gropingforthewall。Plantinghishataskewonhishead，hebeganslowlytodescendthestairs。
　　XV
　　NicholasTreffrysatreadingthepaperinhisroombythelightofalampwithagreenshade;onhissoundfoottheterrierScruffwasasleepandsnoringlightly——thedoghabituallycamedownwhenGretawasinbed，andremainedtillMr。Treffry，alwaysthelatestmemberofthehousehold，retiredtorest。
　　Throughthelongwindowalittleriveroflightshoneoutontheverandatiles，and，flowingpast，cutthegardenintwo。
　　Therewasthesoundofhurriedfootsteps，arustlingofdraperies;
　　Christian，runningthroughthewindow，stoodbeforehim。
　　Mr。Treffrydroppedhispaper，suchafuryofpassionandalarmshoneinthegirl’seyes。
　　"Chris！Whatisit？"
　　"Hateful！"
　　"Chris！"
　　"Oh！Uncle！He’sinsulted，threatened！AndIlovehislittlefingermorethanallthe，world！"
　　Herpassionatevoicetrembled，hereyeswereshining。
　　Mr。Treffry’sprofounddiscomfortfoundventinthegruffwords:"Sitdown！"
　　"I’llneverspeaktoFatheragain！Oh！Uncle！Ilovehim！"
　　Quietintheextremityofhisdisturbance，Mr。Treffryleanedforwardinhischair，restedhisbighandsonitsarms，andstaredather。
　　Chris！Herewasawomanhedidnotknow！Hislipsmovedundertheheavydroopofhismoustache。Thegirl’sfacehadsuddenlygrownwhite。Shesankdownonherknees，andlaidhercheekagainsthishand。Hefeltitwet;andalumproseinhisthroat。Drawinghishandaway，hestaredatit，andwipeditwithhissleeve。
　　"Don’tcry！"hesaid。
　　Sheseizeditagainandclungtoit;thatclutchseemedtofillhimwithsuddenrage。
　　"What’sthematter？HowthedevilcanIdoanythingifyoudon’ttellme？"
　　Shelookedupathim。Thedistressofthelastdays，thepassionandfearofthelasthour，thetideofthatnewlifeofthespiritandtheflesh，stirringwithinher，flowedoutinastreamofwords。
　　Whenshehadfinished，therewassodeadasilencethattheflutteringofamothroundthelampcouldbeheardplainly。
　　Mr。Treffryraisedhimself，crossedtheroom，andtouchedthebell。
　　"Tellthegroom，"hesaidtoDominique，"toputthehorsesto，andhave’emroundatonce;bringmyoldboots;wedriveallnight……"
　　Hisbentfigurelookedhuge，bodyandlegsoutlinedbylight，headandshoulderstoweringintoshadow。"Heshallhavearunforhismoney！"hesaid。Hiseyesstareddownsombrelyathisniece。"It’smorethanhedeserves！——it’smorethanyoudeserve，Chris。Sitdownthereandwritetohim;tellhimtoputhimselfentirelyinmyhands。"Heturnedhisbackonher，andwentintohisbedroom。
　　Christianrose，andsatdownatthewriting—table。Awhisperstartledher。ItcamefromDominique，whowasholdingoutapairofboots。
　　"M’mselleChris，whatisthis？——torunaboutallnight？"ButChristiandidnotanswer。
　　"M’mselleChris，areyouill？"Thenseeingherface，heslippedawayagain。
　　Shefinishedherletterandwentouttothecarriage。Mr。Treffrywasseatedunderthehood。
　　"Shan’twantyou，"hecalledouttothegroom，"Getup，Dominique。"
　　Christianthrustherletterintohishand。"Givehimthat，"shesaid，clingingtohisarmwithsuddenterror。"Oh！Uncle！dotakecare！"
　　"Chris，ifIdothisforyou——"Theylookedwistfullyatoneanother。Then，shakinghishead，Mr。Treffrygatheredupthereins。
　　"Don’tfret，mydear，don’tfret！Whoa，mare！"
　　Thecarriagewithajerkplungedforwardintodarkness，curvedwithacrunchofwheels，andvanished，swingingbetweentheblacktreepillarsattheentrance……
　　Christianstood，strainingtocatchthefailingsoundofthehoofs。
　　Downthepassagecameaflutterofwhitegarments;softlimbsweretwinedabouther，someendsofhairfellonherface。
　　"Whatisit，Chris？Wherehaveyoubeen？WhereisUncleNicgoing？
　　Tellme！"
　　Christiantoreherselfaway。"Idon’tknow，"shecried，"Iknownothing！"
　　Gretastrokedherface。"PoorChris！"shemurmured。Herbarefeetgleamed，herhairshonegoldagainsthernightdress。"Cometobed，poorChris！"
　　Christianlaughed。"Youlittlewhitemoth！FeelhowhotIam！
　　You’llburnyourwings！"
　　Harzhadlaindown，fullydressed。Hewasnolongerangry，butfeltthathewouldratherdiethanyield。Presentlyheheardfootstepscomingupthestairs。
　　"M’sieu！"
　　ItwasthevoiceofDominique，whoseface，illuminedbyamatch，woreanexpressionofironicaldisgust。
　　"Mymaster，"hesaid，"makesyouhiscompliments;hesaysthereisnotimetowaste。Youaretopleasecomeanddrivewithhim！"
　　"Yourmasterisverykind。TellhimI’minbed。"
　　"Ah，M’sieu，"saidDominique，grimacing，"Imustnotgobackwithsuchananswer。Ifyouwouldnotcome，Iwastogiveyouthis。"
　　HarzbrokethesealandreadChristian’sletter。
　　"Iwillcome，"hesaid。
　　Aclockwasstrikingastheywentoutthroughthegate。FromwithinthedarkcaveofthephaetonhoodMr。Treffrysaidgruffly:"Comealong，sir！"
　　Harzflunghisknapsackin，andfollowed。
　　Hiscompanion’sfigureswayed，thewhiplashslidsoftlyalongtheflankoftheoffhorse，and，asthecarriagerattledforward，Mr。
　　Treffrycalledout，asifbyafterthought:"Hallo，Dominique！"
　　Dominque’svoice，shakenandironical，answeredfrombehind:"M’
　　v’la，M’sieu！"
　　Inthelongstreetofsilenthouses，mensittinginthelightedcafesturnedwithglassesattheirlipstostareafterthecarriage。Thenarrowriveroftheskyspreadsuddenlytoavast，limpidoceantremulouswithstars。TheyhadturnedintotheroadforItaly。
　　Mr。Treffrytookapullathishorses。"Whoa，mare！Doggeddoesit！"
　　andthenearhorse，throwingupherhead，whinnied;afleckoffoamdriftedintoHarz’sface。
　　Thepainterhadcomeonimpulse;becauseChristianhadtoldhimto，notofhisownfreewill。Hewasangrywithhimself，woundedinself—esteem，forhavingallowedanyonetorenderhimthisservice。
　　Thesmoothswiftmovementthroughvelvetblacknesssplashedoneitherhandwiththeflyinglamp—light;thestrongsweetairblowinginhisface—airthathadkissedthetopsofmountainsandstolentheirspirit;thesnortandsnuffleofthehorses，andcrisprattlingoftheirhoofs——allthissoonrousedinhimanotherfeeling。HelookedatMr。Treffry’sprofile，withitstuftedchin;atthegreyroadadventuringindarkness;atthepurplemassofmountainspiledaboveit。Allseemedutterlyunreal。
　　Asifsuddenlyawarethathehadaneighbour，Mr。Treffryturnedhishead。"Weshalldobetterthanthispresently，"hesaid，"bitofaslopecoming。Haven’thad’emoutforthreedays。Whoa—mare！
　　Steady！"
　　"Whyareyoutakingthistroubleforme？"askedHarz。
　　"I’manoldchap，Mr。Harz，andanoldchapmaydoastupidthingonceinawhile！"
　　"Youareverygood，"saidHarz，"butIwantnofavours。"
　　Mr。Treffrystaredathim。
　　"Justso，"hesaiddrily，"butyouseethere’smyniecetobethoughtof。Lookhere！We’renotatthefrontieryet，Mr。Harz，byfortymiles;it’slongoddswedon’tgetthere——so，don’tspoilsport！"Hepointedtotheleft。
　　Harzcaughttheglintofsteel。Theywerealreadycrossingtherailway。Thesighofthetelegraphwiresflutteredabovethem。
　　"Hear’em，"saidMr。Treffry，"butifwegetawayupthemountains，we’lldoyet！"Theyhadbeguntorise，thespeedslackened。Mr。
　　Treffryrummagedoutaflask。
　　"Notbadstuff，Mr。Harz——tryit。Youwon’t？Mother’smilk！Finenight，eh？"Belowthemthevalleywaslitbywebsofmilkymistliketheglimmerofdewongrass。
　　Thesetwomensittingsidebyside——unlikeinface，age，stature，thought，andlife——begantofeeldrawntowardseachother，asif，intherollingofthewheels，thesnortingofthehorses，thehugedarkspace，thehugeuncertainty，theyhadfoundsomethingtheycouldenjoyincommon。The，steamfromthehorses’flanksandnostrilsenvelopedthemwithanodourasofglue。
　　"Yousmoke，Mr。Harz？"
　　Harztooktheprofferedweed，andlighteditfromtheglowingtipofMr。Treffry’scigar，bylightofwhichhisheadandhatlookedlikesomegiantmushroom。Suddenlythewheelsjoltedonarubbleofloosestones;thecarriagewasswungsideways。Thescaredhorses，strainingasunder，leapedforward，andspeddownwards，inthedarkness。
　　Pastrocks，trees，dwellings，pastalightedhousethatgleamedandvanished。Withaclinkandclatter，aflirtofdustandpebbles，andthesidelampsthrowingoutafriskyorangeblink，thecarriagedasheddown，sinkingandrisinglikeaboatcrossingbillows。Theworldseemedtorockandsway;todanceup，andbeflungflatagain。
　　Onlythestarsstoodstill。
　　Mr。Treffry，puttingonthebrake，mutteredapologetically:"Alittleouto’hand！"
　　Suddenlywithaheadlongdive，thecarriageswayedasifitwouldflyinpieces，slitheredalong，andwithajerksteadieditself。Harzliftedhisvoiceinashoutofpureexcitement。Mr。Treffryletoutashortshakyhowl，andfrombehindthereroseawail。Butthehillwasoverandthestartledhorseswerecanteringwithafree，smoothmotion。Mr。TreffryandHarzlookedateachother。
　　XVII
　　Mr。Treffrysaidwithasortoflaugh:"Neargo，eh？Youdrive？No？
　　That’sapity！Brokenmostofmybonesatthegame——nothinglikeit！"Eachfeltakindofadmirationfortheotherthathehadnotfeltbefore。PresentlyMr。Treffrybegan:"Lookhere，Mr。Harz，mynieceisaslipofathing，withallayounggirl’snotions！Whathaveyougottogiveher，eh？Yourself？That’ssurelynotenough;
　　mindthis——sixmonthsaftermarriageweallturnoutmuchthesame——aselfishlot！Nottomentionthisanarchistaffair！
　　You’renotofherblood，norofherwayoflife，noranything——it’stakingchances——and——"hishandcamedownontheyoungman’sknee，"I’mfondofher，yousee。"
　　"Ifyouwereinmyplace，"saidHarz，"wouldyougiveherup？"
　　Mr。Treffrygroaned。"Lordknows！"
　　"Menhavemadethemselvesbeforenow。Forthosewhodon’tbelieveinfailure，there’snosuchthing。Supposeshedoessufferalittle？
　　Willitdoheranyharm？Fairweatherloveisnogood。"
　　Mr。Treffrysighed。
　　"Bravewords，sir！You’llpardonmeifI’mtoooldtounderstand’emwhenthey’reusedaboutmyniece。"
　　Hepulledthehorsesup，andpeeredintothedarkness。"We’regoingthroughthisbitquietly;iftheylosetrackofusheresomuchthebetter。Dominique！putoutthelamps。Soho，mybeauties！"Thehorsespacedforwardatawalkthemuffledbeatoftheirhoofsinthedusthardlybrokethehush。Mr。Treffrypointedtotheleft:"It’llbeanotherthirty—fivemilestothefrontier。"
　　Theypassedthewhitewashedhouses，andvillagechurchwithitssentinelcypress—trees。Afrogwascroakinginarunlet;therewasafaintspicyscentoflemons。Butnothingstirred。
　　Itwaswoodnowoneitherside，thehighpines，breathingtheirfragranceoutintothedarkness，and，likeghostsamongstthem，thesilverstemsofbirch—trees。
　　Mr。Treffrysaidgruffly:"Youwon’tgiveherup？Herhappinessmeansalottome。"
　　"Toyou！"saidHarz:"tohim！AndIamnothing！DoyouthinkI
　　don’tcareforherhappiness？Isitacrimeformetoloveher？"
　　"Almost，Mr。Harz——considering……"
　　"ConsideringthatI’venomoney！Alwaysmoney！"
　　TothissneerMr。Treffrymadenoanswer，cluckingtohishorses。
　　"Myniecewasbornandbredalady，"hesaidatlast。"IaskyouplainlyWhatpositionhaveyougottogiveher？"
　　"Ifshemarriesme，"saidHarz，"shecomesintomyworld。YouthinkthatI’macommon……"
　　Mr。Treffryshookhishead:"Answermyquestion，youngman。"
　　Butthepainterdidnotanswerit，andsilencefell。
　　Alightbreezehadsprungup;thewhisperinginthetrees，therollingofthewheelsinthisnightprogress，thepine—druggedair，sentHarztosleep。Whenhewokeitwastothesametune，variedbyMr。Treffry’suneasysnoring;thereinswerehangingloose，and，peeringout，hesawDominiqueshufflingalongatthehorses’heads。
　　Hejoinedhim，and，oneoneachside，theyploddedupandup。Ahazehadbeguntobathethetrees，thestarsburntdim，theairwascolder。Mr。Treffrywokecoughing。Itwaslikesomelongnightmare，thisinterminableexperienceofmuffledsoundsandshapes，ofperpetualmotion，conceived，andcarriedoutindarkness。Butsuddenlythedaybroke。Heraldedbythesnuffleofthehorses，lightbeganglimmeringoverachaosoflinesandshadows，paleasmother—
　　o’—pearl。Thestarsfaded，andinasmoulderingzigzagthedawnfledalongthemountaintops，flingingoutlittleislesofcloud。Fromalake，curledinahollowlikeapatchofsmoke，camethecryofawater—bird。Acuckoostartedasoftmocking;andclosetothecarriagealarkflewup。Beastsandmenalikestoodstill，drinkingintheair—sweetwithsnowsanddew，andvibratingfaintlywiththerunningofthewaterandtherustlingoftheleaves。
　　ThenighthadplayedsadtrickswithMr。NicholasTreffry;hishatwasgreywithdust;hischeeksbrownish—purple，therewereheavypouchesbeneathhiseyes，whichstaredpainfully。
　　"We’llcallahalt，"hesaid，"andgivethegeestheirgrub，poorthings。Canyoufindsomewater，Mr。Harz？There’sarubberbucketinbehind。
　　Can’tgetaboutmyselfthismorning;makethatlazyfellowofminestirhisstumps。"
　　Harzsawthathehaddrawnoffoneofhisboots，andstretchedthefootoutonacushion。
　　"You’renotfittogofarther，"hesaid;"you’reill。"
　　"Ill！"repliedMr。Treffry;"notabitofit！"
　　Harzlookedathim，thencatchingupthebucket，madeoffinsearchofwater。Whenhecamebackthehorseswerefeedingfromanindia—
　　rubbertroughslungtothepole;theystretchedtheirheadstowardsthebucket，pushingasideeachother’snoses。
　　Theflameintheeasthaddied，butthetopsofthelarcheswerebathedinagentleradiance;andthepeaksaheadwerelikeamber。
　　Everywherewerethreadsofwater，threadsofsnow，andlittlethreadsofdewygreen，glisteninglikegossamer。
　　Mr。Treffrycalledout:"Givemeyourarm，Mr。Harz;I’dliketoshakethereefsoutofme。Whenonecomestostandoverattheknees，it’snosucheasymatter，eh？"Hegroanedasheputhisfootdown，andgrippedtheyoungman’sshoulderasinavise。Presentlyheloweredhimselfontoastone。
　　"’Allovernow！’asChriswouldsaywhenshewaslittle;nastytempershehadtoo——kickandscreamonthefloor！Neverlastedlongthough……’Kissher！takeherup！showherthepictures！’AmazingfondofpicturesChriswas！"HelookeddubiouslyatHarz;thentookalongpullathisflask。"Whatwouldthedoctorsay？Whiskyatfourinthemorning！Well！ThanktheLordDoctorsaren’talwayswithus。"Sittingonthestone，withonehandpressedagainsthisside，andtheothertiltinguptheflask，hewasgreyfromheadtofoot。
　　Harzhaddroppedontoanotherstone。He，too，waswornoutbytheexcitementandfatigue，comingsosoonafterhisillness。Hisheadwaswhirling，andthenextthingherememberedwasatreewalkingathim，turninground，yellowfromtherootsup;everythingseemedyellow，evenhisownfeet。Somebodyoppositetohimwasjumpingupanddown，agreybear——withahat——Mr。Treffry！Hecried:"Ha—
　　alloo！"Andthefigureseemedtofallanddisappear……
　　WhenHarzcametohimselfahandwaspouringliquorintohismouth，andawetclothwasmuffledroundhisbrows;anoiseofhummingandhoofsseemedfamiliar。Mr。Treffryloomedupalongside，smokingacigar;hewasmuttering:"Alowtrick，Paul——bitofmymind！"Then，asifacurtainhadbeensnatchedaside，thevisionbeforeHarzclearedagain。Thecarriagewaswindingbetweenuneven，black—eavedhouses，pastdoorwaysfromwhichgoatsandcowswerecomingout，withbellsontheirnecks。Black—eyedboys，andhereandthereadrowsymanwithalong，cherry—stemmedpipebetwenhisteeth，stoodasidetostare。
　　Mr。Treffryseemedtohavetakenanewleaseofstrength;likeanangryolddog，hestaredfromsidetoside。"Mybone！"heseemedtosay:"let’sseewho’sgoingtotouchit！"
　　Thelasthousevanished，glowingintheearlysunshine，andthecarriagewithitstrailofdustbecameentombedoncemoreinthegloomoftalltrees，alongaroadthatcleftawildernessofmossgrownrocks，anddewystems，throughwhichthesunhadnotyetdrivenpaths。
　　Dominiquecameroundtothem，bearingappearanceofonewhohasseenbetterdays，andapotofcoffeebrewedonaspiritlamp。Breakfast——hesaid——wasserved！
　　Theearsofthehorsesweretwitchingwithfatigue。Mr。Treffrysaidsadly:"IfIcanseethisthrough，youcan。Geton，mybeauties！"
　　Assoonasthesunstruckthroughthetrees，Mr。Treffry’sstrengthebbedagain。Heseemedtosuffergreatly;butdidnotcomplain。
　　Theyhadreachedthepassatlast，andtheuncheckedsunlightwasstreamingdownwithablindingglare。
　　"Jumpup！"Mr。Treffrycriedout。"We’llmakeafinishofit！"andhegavethereinsajerk。Thehorsesflunguptheirheads，andthebleakpasswithitscirclingcrownofjaggedpeakssoonslippedaway。
　　Betweenthehousesontheverytop，theypassedataslowtrot;andsoonbeganslantingdowntheotherside。Mr。Treffrybroughtthemtoahaltwhereamuletrackjoinedtheroad。
　　"That’sallIcandoforyou;you’dbetterleavemehere，"hesaid。
　　"Keepthistrackdowntotheriver——gosouth——you’llbeinItalyinacoupleofhours。GetrailatFeltre。Money？Yes？Well！"Heheldouthishand;Harzgrippedit。
　　"Giveherup，eh？"
　　Harzshookhishead。
　　"No？Thenit’s’pulldevil，pullbaker，’betweenus。Good—bye，andgoodlucktoyou！"Andmusteringhisstrengthforalastattemptatdignity，Mr。Treffrygatheredupthereins。
　　Harzwatchedhisfigurehuddledagainbeneaththehood。Thecarriagemovedslowlyaway。
　　XVIII
　　AtVillaRubeinpeoplewentabout，avoidingeachotherasifdetectedinconspiracy。MissNaylor，whoforaninscrutablereasonhadputonherbestfrock，apurple，relievedatthechestwithbird’s—eyeblue，conveyedanimpressionoftryingtocountachickenwhichranabouttoofast。WhenGretaaskedwhatshehadlostshewasheardtomutter:"Mr。——Needlecase。
　　Christian，withbigcirclesroundhereyes，satsilentatherlittletable。Shehadhadnosleep。HerrPaulcomingintotheroomaboutnoongaveherafurtivelookandwentoutagain;afterthishewenttohisbedroom，tookoffallhisclothes，flungthempassionatelyonebyoneintoafootbath，andgotintobed。
　　"Imightbeacriminal！"hemutteredtohimself，whilethebuttonsofhisgarmentsrattledonthebath。
　　"AmIherfather？HaveIauthority？DoIknowtheworld？Bssss！I
　　mightbeafrog！"
　　Mrs。Decie，havingcausedherselftobeannounced，foundhimsmokingacigar，andcountingthefliesontheceiling。
　　"Ifyouhavereallydonethis，Paul，"shesaidinarestrainedvoice，"youhavedoneaveryunkindthing，andwhatisworse，youhavemadeusallridiculous。Butperhapsyouhavenotdoneit？"
　　"Ihavedoneit，"criedHerrPaul，staringdreadfully:"Ihavedoneit，Itellyou，Ihavedoneit——"
　　"Verywell，youhavedoneit——andwhy，pray？Whatconceivablegoodwasthereinit？IsupposeyouknowthatNicholashasdrivenhimtothefrontier？Nicholasisprobablymoredeadthanalivebythistime;youknowhisstateofhealth。"
　　HerrPaul’sfingersplougheduphisbeard。
　　"Nicholasismad——andthegirlismad！Leavemealone！Iwillnotbemadeangry;doyouunderstand？Iwillnotbeworried——Iamnotfitforit。"Hisprominentbrowneyesstaredroundtheroom，asiflookingforawayofescape。
　　"IfImayprophesy，youwillbeworriedagooddeal，"saidMrs。Deciecoldly，"beforeyouhavefinishedwiththisaffair。"
　　Theanxious，uncertainglancewhichHerrPaulgaveheratthesewordsrousedanunwillingfeelingofcompunctioninher。
　　"Youarenotmadefortheoutragedfatherofthefamily，"shesaid。
　　"Youhadbettergiveuptheattitude，Paul;itdoesnotsuityou。"
　　HerrPaulgroaned。
　　"Isupposeitisnotyourfault，"sheadded。
　　Justthenthedoorwasopened，andFritz，withanairofsayingtherightthing，announced:
　　"Agentlemanofthepolicetoseeyou，sir。"
　　HerrPaulbounded。
　　"Keephimout！"hecried。
　　Mrs。Decie，coveringherlips，disappearedwitharustlingofsilk;
　　inherplacestoodastiffmaninblue……
　　Thusthemorningdraggeditselfawaywithoutanyonebeingabletosettletoanything，exceptHerrPaul，whowassettledinbed。Aswasfittinginahousethathadlostitssoul，mealswereneglected，evenbythedog。
　　Aboutthreeo’clockatelegramcameforChristian，containingthesewords:"Allright;selfreturnsto—morrow。Treffry。"Afterreadingitsheputonherhatandwentout，followedcloselybyGreta，who，whenshethoughtthatshewouldnotbesentaway，ranupfrombehindandpulledherbythesleeve。
　　"Letmecome，Chris——Ishallnottalk。"
　　Thetwogirlswalkedontogether。WhentheyhadgonesomedistanceChristiansaid:
　　"I’mgoingtogethispictures，andtakechargeofthem！"
　　"Oh！"saidGretatimidly。
　　"Ifyouareafraid，"saidChristian，"youhadbettergobackhome。"
　　"Iamnotafraid，Chris，"saidGretameekly。
　　Neithergirlspokeagaintilltheyhadtakenthepathalongthewall。
　　Overthetopsofthevinestheheatwasdancing。
　　"Thesun—fairiesareonthevines！"murmuredGretatoherself。
　　Attheoldhousetheystopped，andChristian，breathingquickly，pushedthedoor;itwasimmovable。
　　"Look！"saidGreta，"theyhavescrewedit！"Shepointedoutthreescrewswitharosy—tippedforefinger。
　　Christianstampedherfoot。
　　"Wemustn’tstandhere，"shesaid;"let’ssitonthatbenchandthink。"
　　"Yes，"murmuredGreta，"letusthink。"Danglinganendofhair，sheregardedChristianwithherwideblueeyes。
　　"Ican’tmakeanyplan，"Christiancriedatlast，"whileyoustareatmelikethat。"
　　"Iwasthinking，"saidGretahumbly，"iftheyhavescreweditup，perhapsweshallscrewitdownagain;thereisthebigscrew—driverofFritz。"
　　"Itwouldtakealongtime;peoplearealwayspassing。"
　　"Peopledonotpassintheevening，"murmuredGreta，"becausethegateatourendisalwaysshut。"
　　Christianrose。
　　"Wewillcomethisevening，justbeforethegateisshut。"
　　"But，Chris，howshallwegetbackagain？"
　　"Idon’tknow;Imeantohavethepictures。"
　　"Itisnotahighgate，"murmuredGreta。