Another time, to-morrow.

This is enough for to-day." When the doctor was alone, he pressed his hand to his brow and groaned aloud.

His whole life passed before his mind, and he found in it, besides terrible suffering, great and noble joys, and not an hour in which his desire for virtue was weakened.

He had spent happy years here in the peace of his simple home, and now must again set forth and wander on and on, with nothing before his eyes save an uncertain goal, at the end of a long, toilsome road.

What had hitherto been his happiness, increased his misery in this hour.