"I--I--there is a constant hungering for her, Karl, that I cannot overcome; it seems as if I am compelled to go to the bridge, though I know I should not.

It is very foolish in me, I am sure, but--" "I heartily agree with you," I answered.

"It is not only foolish, it is rash; and it may bring you great trouble." I did not deem it necessary to tell him that he was following in the footsteps of his race.

I left him to suppose that he was the only fool of the sort that had ever lived.

The thought would abate his vanity.
"But I _must_ go to the bridge," he continued, finishing the sentence I had interrupted, "and I do not see how there can be evil in it." "No, Max, it Is not wrong in itself," I said reprovingly; "but Castleman, evidently for good reasons, asked you to stay away from his house, and counselled us to remain close at the inn.