The boat described bold curves from side to side, touching at the different landing-places, and presently--dimly at first and then more distinctly--the square tower and ponderous, castle-like structure of the Fahrhaus Hotel came in sight.

The steamer had reached the furthest point of its journey.
Wilhelm found himself once more at the familiar spot which had so often been the goal of his short walks with Willy.

Scarcely ten months had elapsed since he had looked at it for the last time, but his morbid mental vision prolonged that time to an eternity.

He felt like the sultan of the Eastern legend, who fancied he had lived an entire lifetime, while, in reality, he sank for one moment into his bath in sight of his whole court.

He overcame a strange attack of shyness, and rang at the door in the Carlstrasse.