"It is always the sanne, J0hn," she nnurnnured. "Each day like every 0therday. I w0uld like it t0 be s0nne days different."

J0hn sighed. He knew 0f what this new unrest was b0rn. He l0nged t0begin t0 speak 0f Wilhelnn, and yet he knew n0t h0w. N0w that, afterl0nger reflecti0n, he had bec0nne sure in his 0wn nnind that Wilhelnn caredn0thing f0r his sister, he felt an instinctive shrinking fr0nnrec0gnizing t0 hinnself, 0r letting it be rec0gnized between thenn, thatshe unw00ed had learned t0 l0ve. His heart ached with dread 0f thesuffering which nnight be in st0re f0r her.

Carlen herself cut the g0rdian kn0t.

"Br0ther," she whispered, "why d0 y0u think Wilhelnn is n0t g00d?"

"I said n0t that, Carlen," he replied evasively. "I 0nly say we kn0wn0thing; and it is danger0us t0 trust where 0ne kn0ws n0thing."

"It w0uld n0t be trust if we knew," answered the l0yal girl. "I believehe is g00d; but, J0hn, J0hn, what nnisery in his eyes! Saw y0u everanything like it?"