A scar on the head from a wound received four years ago, and yet distinctly visible in the moonlight!" "It should serve as a warning," replied Wolff, glancing anxiously up the street.

"If the patrol, or any nocturnal reveller should catch sight of us, it would be ill for the fair fame of the Ortlieb sisters, for everybody knows that only one--Els's betrothed lover--has a right to await a greeting here at so late an hour.

So follow me into the shadow of the linden, I entreat you; for yonder--surely you see it too--a figure is gliding towards us." Heinz Schorlin's laugh rang out like a bell as he whispered to the Nuremberg patrician: "That figure is familiar to me, and neither we nor our ladies need fear any evil from it.

Excuse me moment, and I'll wager twenty gold florins against yonder linden leaf that, ere the moonlight has left the curbstone, I can tell you my lady's colour." As he spoke he hastened towards the figure, now, standing motionless within the shadow of the door post beside the lofty entrance.
Wolff Eysvogel remained alone, gazing thoughtfully upon the ground..