was a barber, his hair was long and untidy. He
looked intelligent and thoughtful, but it was the
intelligence and the thoughtfulness of the student and
of the dreamer, not of the man of action.

"Well, Mr. Frohling, the International haven't
done much the last few days, eh? I'm afraid you
must have been disappointed." He of course spoke
in German.

"Yes, I have been disappointed," said the other
stoutly, "very much disappointed indeed! But still,
from this great crime good may come, even now.
It has occurred to me that, owing to this war made
by the great rulers, the people in Russia, as well as
in my beloved Fatherland, may arise and cut their
bonds."

A light came into the speaker's eyes, and Manfred
Hegner looked at him in mingled pity and contempt.
It was not his intention, however, to waste much time
this evening listening to a foolish old man. In fact,
he had hesitated as to whether he should include the
Frohlings in his invitations -- then he had thought that
if he omitted to do so the fact might possibly come
to the ears of the Dean. Frohling and the Dean had
long been pleasantly acquainted. Then, again, it was
just possible -- not likely, but possible -- that he might
be able to get out of the ex-barber of the Witanbury
garrison some interesting and just now valuable
information.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked.
"Have you made any plans yet?"

"We are thinking of going to London, and of
making a fresh start there. We have friends in Red
Lion Square." Frohling spoke as if the words were

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