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'Let us hope,' cried Dönhof, 'that our Frankfort belle is still alive and has not left New York! By the way,' he added, dropping his voice, 'what about that Russian lady, as staying, do you remember, about that time at Wiesbaden--Mada?'

'No,' answered Sanin, 'she died long ago' D&ou that Sanin had turned away and was frowning, he did not say another word, but took his leave

That same day Sanin sent a letter to Madame Gemma Slocu to her from Frankfort, where he had co traces of her, that he was very well aware that he was absolutely without a right to expect that she would answer his appeal; that he had not deserved her forgiveness, and could only hope that aotten his existence He added that he had made up his mind to recall himself to her memory in consequence of a chance circues of the past; he described his life, solitary, childless, joyless; he irounds that had induced hirave the bitter sense of his orongdoing, expiated long since by suffering, but never forgiven, and to make him happy with even the briefest news of her life in the neorld to which she had gone away 'In writing one word to ood action worthy of your noble soul, and I shall thank you tohere at the White Swan (he underlined those words) and shall wait, wait till spring, for your answer'

He despatched this letter, and proceeded to wait For six whole weeks he lived in the hotel, scarcely leaving his roo no one No one could write to him from Russia nor from anywhere; and that just suited his mood; if a letter came addressed to hi for He read fro, and not journals, but serious books--historical works These prolonged studies, this stillness, this hidden life, like a snail in its shell, suited his spiritual condition to perfection; and for this, if nothing more, thanks to Gemma! But was she alive? Would she answer?