_Schlafen Sie wohl_." The two men wrung each other's hands.
"Shan't forget this, Wutz." "Oh, for me--all you haf done--" The outcast turned away, shaking his head sadly.
Never did Heywood's fat water-jar glisten more welcome than when he gained the vaulted bath-room.

He ripped off his blood-stained clothes, scrubbed the sacrificial clots from his hair, and splashed the cool water luxuriously over his exhausted body.

When at last he had thrown a kimono about him, and wearily climbed the stairs, he was surprised to see Rudolph, in the white-washed room ahead, pacing the floor and ardently twisting his little moustache.

As Heywood entered, he wheeled, stared long and solemnly.
"I must wait to tell you." He stalked forward, and with his sound left hand grasped Heywood's right.

"This afternoon, you--" "My dear boy, it's too hot.