The clouds were beginning to scatter, and from a patch of blue sky the sun was shining brightly down on Nobelstrasse.

A rainbow shimmered in variegated hues above the roofs, but to-day the musician had no eyes for the beautiful spectacle.

The bright light in the wet street did not charm him.

The hot rays of the day-star were not lasting, for "they drew rain." All that surrounded him seemed confused and restless.

Beside a beautiful image which he treasured in the sanctuary of his memories, only allowing his mind to dwell upon it in his happiest hours, sought to intrude.