But, God in Heaven, where should he begin?
How?
The Gipsy, standing in the center of the walk, did not see Grumbach, for he was looking toward the palaces, a kind of whimsical mockery in his dark eyes.

Grumbach, even more oblivious, crashed into him.
Grumbach stammered an apology, and the other replied in his peculiar dialect that no harm had been done.

The jar, however, had roused Hans out of his tragic musings.

There was a glint of yellow in the Gipsy's eye, a flaw in the iris.

Hans gave a cry.
"You?
I find you at this moment, of all others ?" The Gipsy retreated.