CHAPTER XI.
Was hab' ich,
Wenn ich nicht Alles habe? — sprach der Jüngling.[1]
Das Verschleierte Bild zu Sais.
Mervale and the Italians arrived in safety at the spot where they had left the mules; and not till they had recovered their own alarm and breath did they think of Glyndon. But then, as the minutes passed, and he appeared not, Mervale, whose heart was as good at least as human hearts are in general, grew seriously alarmed. He insisted on returning to search for his friend; and by dint of prodigal promises prevailed at last on the guide to accompany him. The lower part of the mountain lay calm and white in the starlight; and the guide's practised eye could discern all objects on the surface at a considerable distance. They had not, however, gone very far, before they perceived two forms slowly approaching them.
As they came near, Mervale recognised the form of his friend. "Thank Heaven, he is safe," he cried, turning to the guide.
"Holy angels befriend us!" said the Italian, trembling — "Behold the very being that crossed me last Friday night. It is he! but his face is human now!"
- ↑ "What have I, if I possess not All?" said the youth.
