But you will see for yourself before long.
Good-bye.

I will go in and see what is the matter with Unorna." They parted, the Wanderer continuing on his way along the street with the same calm, cold, peaceful expression which had elicited Keyork's admiration, and Keyork himself going forward to Unorna's door.

His face was very grave.

He entered the house by a small side door and ascended by a winding staircase directly to the room from which, an hour or two earlier, he had carried the still unconscious Israel Kafka.

Everything was as he had left it, and he was glad to be certified that Unorna had not disturbed the aged sleeper in his absence.