officers　as　they　passed　on　through　the　adjoining　room。
  〃My　dear！〃　　cried　Mrs。　March。　　〃Didn't　you　suppose　he　classed　us　with
  Burnamy　in　that　business？　　Why　should　he　be　polite　to　us？〃
  〃Perhaps　he　wants　you　to　chaperon　his　daughters。　　He's　probably　heard　of
  your　performance　at　the　Kurhaus　ball。　　But　he　knows　that　I　thought
  Burnamy　in　the　wrong。　　This　may　be　Stoller's　way　of　wiping　out　an
  obligation。　　Wouldn't　you　like　to　go　with　him？〃
  〃The　mere　thought　of　his　being　in　the　same　town　is　prostrating。　　I'd　far
  rather　he　hated　us；　then　he　would　avoid　us。〃
  〃Well；　he　doesn't　own　the　town；　and　if　it　comes　to　the　worst；　perhaps　we
  can　avoid　him。　　Let　us　go　out；　anyway；　and　see　if　we　can't。〃
  〃No；　no；　I'm　too　tired；　but　you　go。　　And　get　all　the　maps　and　guides　you
  can；　there's　so　very　little　in　Baedeker；　and　almost　nothing　in　that　great
  hulking　Bradshaw　of　yours；　and　I'm　sure　there　must　be　the　most
  interesting　history　of　Wurzburg。　　Isn't　it　strange　that　we　haven't　the
  slightest　association　with　the　name？〃
  〃I've　been　rummaging　in　my　mind；　and　I've　got　hold　of　an　association　at
  last；〃　said　March。　　〃It's　beer；　a　sign　in　a　Sixth　Avenue　saloon　window
  Wurzburger　Hof…Brau。〃
  〃No　matter　if　it　is　beer。　　Find　some　sketch　of　the　history；　and　we'll　try
  to　get　away　from　the　Stollers　in　it。　　I　pitied　those　wild　girls；　too。
  What　crazy　images　of　the　world　must　fill　their　empty　minds！　　How　their
  ignorant　thoughts　must　go　whirling　out　into　the　unknown！　I　don't　envy
  their　father。　　Do　hurry　back！　　I　shall　be　thinking　about　them　every
  instant　till　you　come。〃
  She　said　this；　but　in　their　own　rooms　it　was　so　soothing　to　sit　looking
  through　the　long　twilight　at　the　lovely　landscape　that　the　sort　of　bruise
  given　by　their　encounter　with　the　Stollers　had　left　her　consciousness
  before　March　returned。　　She　made　him　admire　first　the　convent　church　on　a
  hill　further　up　the　river　which　exactly　balanced　the　fortress　in　front　of
  them；　and　then　she　seized　upon　the　little　books　he　had　brought；　and　set
  him　to　exploring　the　labyrinths　of　their　German；　with　a　mounting
  exultation　in　his　discoveries。　　There　was　a　general　guide　to　the　city；
  and　a　special　guide；　with　plans　and　personal　details　of　the　approaching
  manoeuvres　and　the　princes　who　were　to　figure　in　them；　and　there　was　a
  sketch　of　the　local　history：　a　kind　of　thing　that　the　Germans　know　how　to
  write　particularly；　well；　with　little　gleams　of　pleasant　humor　blinking
  through　it。　　For　the　study　of　this；　Mrs。　March　realized；　more　and　more
  passionately；　that　they　were　in　the　very　most　central　and　convenient
  point；　for　the　history　of　Wurzburg　might　be　said　to　have　begun　with　her
  prince…bishops；　whose　rule　had　begun　in　the　twelfth　century；　and　who　had
  built；　on　a　forgotten　Roman　work；　the　fortress　of　the　Marienburg　on　that
  vineyarded　hill　over　against　the　Swan　Inn。　　There　had　of　course　been
  history　before　that；　but　'nothing　so　clear；　nothing　so　peculiarly　swell；
  nothing　that　so　united　the　glory　of　this　world　and　the　next　as　that　of
  the　prince…bishops。　　They　had　made　the　Marienburg　their　home；　and　kept　it
  against　foreign　and　domestic　foes　for　five　hundred　years。　　Shut　within
  its　well…armed　walls　they　had　awed　the　often…turbulent　city　across　the
  Main；　they　had　held　it　against　the　embattled　farmers　in　the　Peasants'
  War；　and　had　splendidly　lost　it　to　Gustavus　Adolphus；　and　then　got　it
  back　again　and　held　it　till　Napoleon　took　it　from　them。　　He　gave　it　with
  their　flock　to　the　Bavarians；　who　in　turn　briefly　yielded　it　to　the
  Prussians　in　1866；　and　were　now　in　apparently　final　possession　of　it。
  Before　the　prince…bishops；　Charlemagne　and　Barbarossa　had　come　and　gone；
  and　since　the　prince…bishops　there　had　been　visiting　thrones　and　kingdoms
  enough　in　the　ancient　city；　which　was　soon　to　be　illustrated　by　the
  presence　of　imperial　Germany；　royal；　Wirtemberg　and　Saxony；　grand…ducal
  Baden　and　Weimar；　and　a　surfeit　of　all　the　minor　potentates　among　those
  who　speak　the　beautiful　language　of　the　Ja。
  But　none　of　these　could　dislodge　the　prince…bishops　from　that　supreme
  place　which　they　had　at　once　taken　in　Mrs。　March's　fancy。　　The　potentates
  were　all　going　to　be　housed　in　the　vast　palace　which　the　prince…bishops
  had　built　themselves　in　Wurzburg　as　soon　as　they　found　it　safe　to　come
  down　from　their　stronghold　of　Marienburg；　and　begin　to　adorn　their　city；
  and　to　confirm　it　in　its　intense　fidelity　to　the　Church。　　Tiepolo　had
  come　up　out　of　Italy　to　fresco　their　palace；　where　he　wrought　year　after
  year；　in　that　worldly　taste　which　has　somehow　come　to　express　the　most
  sovereign　moment　of　ecclesiasticism。　　It　prevailed　so　universally　in
  Wurzburg　that　it　left　her　with　the　name　of　the　Rococo　City；　intrenched　in
  a　period　of　time　equally　remote　from　early　Christianity　and　modern
  Protestantism。　　Out　of　her　sixty　thousand　souls；　only　ten　thousand　are
  now　of　the　reformed　religion；　and　these　bear　about　the　same　relation　to
  the　Catholic　spirit　of　the　place　that　the　Gothic　architecture　bears　to
  the　baroque。
  As　long　as　the　prince…bishops　lasted　the　Wurzburgers　got　on　very　well
  with　but　one　newspaper；　and　perhaps　the　smallest　amount　of　merrymaking
  known　outside　of　the　colony　of　Massachusetts　Bay　at　the　same　epoch。　　The
  prince…bishops　had　their　finger　in　everybody's　pie；　and　they　portioned
  out　the　cakes　and　ale；　which　were　made　according　to　formulas　of　their
  own。　　The　distractions　were　all　of　a　religious　character；　churches；
  convents；　monasteries；　abounded；　ecclesiastical　processions　and
  solemnities　were　the　spectacles　that　edified　if　they　did　not　amuse　the
  devout　population。
  It　seemed　to　March　an　ironical　outcome　of　all　this　spiritual　severity
  that　one　of　the　greatest　modern　scientific　discoveries　should　have　been
  made　in　Wurzburg；　and　that　the　Roentgen　rays　should　now　be　giving　her
  name　a　splendor　destined　to　eclipse　the　glories　of　her　past。
  Mrs。　March　could　not　allow　that　they　would　do　so；　or　at　least　that　the
  name　of　Roentgen　would　ever　lend　more　lustre　to　his　city　than　that　of
  Longfellow's　Walther　von　der　Vogelweide。　　She　was　no　less　surprised　than
  pleased　to　realize　that　this　friend　of　the　birds　was　a　Wurzburger；　and
  she　said　that　their　first　pilgrimage　in　the　morning　should　be　to　the
  church　where　he　lies　buried。
  LIII。
  March　went　down　to　breakfast　not　quite　so　early　as　his　wife　had　planned；
  and　left　her　to　have　her　coffee　in　her　room。　　He　got　a　pleasant　table　in
  the　gallery　overlooking　the　river；　and　he　decided　that　the　landscape；
  though　it　now　seemed　to　be　rather　too　much　studied　from　a　drop…certain；
  had　certainly　lost　nothing　of　its　charm　in　the　clear　morning　light。　　The
  waiter　brought　his　breakfast；　and　after　a　little　delay　came　back　with　a
  card　which　he　insisted　was　for　March。　　It　was　not　till　he　put　on　his
  glasses　and　read　the　name　of　Mr。　R。　M。　Kenby　that　he　was　able　at　all　to
  agree　with　the　waiter；　who　stood　passive　at　his　elbow。
  〃Well；〃　he　said；　〃why　wasn't　this　card　sent　up　last　night？〃
  The　waiter　explained　that　the　gentleman　had　just；　given　him　his　card；
  after　asking　March's　nationality；　and　was　then　breakfasting　in　the　next
  room。　　March　caught　up　his　napkin　and　ran　round　the　partition　wall；　and
  Kenby　rose　with　his　napkin　and　hurried　to　meet　him。
  〃I　thought　it　must　be　you；〃　he　called　out；　joyfully；　as　they　struck　their
  extended　hands　together；　〃but　so　many　people　look　alike；　nowadays；　that　I
  don't　trust　my　eyes　any　more。〃
  Kenby　said　he　had　spent　the　time　since　they　last　met　partly　in　Leipsic
  and　partly　in　Gotha；　where　he　had　amused　himself　in　rubbing　up　his　rusty
  German。　　As　soon　as　he　realized　that　Wurzburg　was　so　near　he　had　slipped
  down　from　Gotha　for　a　glimpse　of　the　manoeuvres。　　He　added　that　he
  supposed　March　was　there　to　see　them；　and　he　asked　with　a　quite
  unembarrassed　smile　if　they　had　met　Mr。　Adding　in　Carlsbad；　and　without
  heeding　March's　answer；　he　laughed　and　added：　〃Of　course；　I　know　she　must
  have　told　Mrs。　March　all　about　it。〃
  March　could　not　deny　this；　he　laughed；　too；　though　in　his　wife's　absence
  he　felt　bound　to　forbid　himself　anything　more　explicit。
  〃I　don't　give　it　up；　you　know；〃　Kenby　went　on；　with　perfect　ease。　　〃I'm
  not　a　young　fellow；　if　you　call　thirty…nine　old。〃
  〃At　my　age　I　don't；〃　March　put　in；　and　they　roared　together；　in　men's
  security　from　the　encroachments　of　time。
  〃But　she　happens　to　be　the　only　woman　I've　ever　really　wanted　to　marry；
  for　more　than　a　few　days　at　a　stretch。　　You　know　how　it　is　with　us。〃
  〃Oh；　yes；　I　know；〃　said　March；　and　they　shouted　again。
  〃We're　in　love；　and　we're　out　of　love；　twenty　times。　　But　this　isn't　a
  mere　fancy；　it's　a　conviction。　　And　there's　no　reason　why　she　shouldn't
  marry　me。〃
  March　smiled　gravely；　and　his　smile　was　not　lost　upon　Kenby。　　〃You　mean
  the　boy；〃　he　said。　　〃Well；　I　like　Rose；〃　and　now　March　really　felt　swept
  from　his　feet。　　〃She　doesn't　deny　that　she　likes　me；　but　she　seems　to
  think　that　her　marrying　again　will　take　her　from　him；　the　fact　is；　it
  will　only　give　me　to　him。　　As　for　devoting　her　whole　life　to　him；　she
  couldn't　do　a　worse　thing　for　him。　　What　the　boy　needs　is　a　man's　care；
  and　a　man's　will　Good　heavens！　　You　don't　think　I　could　ever　be　unkind
  to　the　little　soul？〃　　Kenby　threw　himself　f