It was possible that von Arnheim, the young prince of whom he had such pleasant memories, was in Metz, and it was possible also that he might come to the Inn of the Golden Lion.

And there was young Kratzek, who he knew had been exchanged.

Some chance might make him, too, enter the inn, but John's second thought told him the fulfillment of his wish would be folly.

They were his official enemies and must seize him if he made himself known to them.

He was merely lonesome, longing for the sight of a familiar face.
His own appearance had been changed greatly by a stubby young beard that called aloud for a razor.