Nothing more was necessary.

My running away was the expression of my guilt; otherwise they would never have connected me with the abduction." "Have you any suspicions ?" "None.

And remember, you must not know me, Hermann, no matter where we meet.

I am sleepy." Hans rose.
And this, thought Hermann, his bewilderment gaining life once more, and this calm, unruffled man, whose hair was whiter than his own, a veteran of the bloodiest civil war in history, this prosperous mechanic, was his little brother Hans! "Hans, have you no other greeting ?" Hermann asked, spreading out his arms.
The wanderer's face beamed; and the brothers embraced.
"You forgive me, then, Hermann ?" "Must I not, little Hans?
You are all that is left me of the blood.
True, I swore that if ever I saw you again I should curse you." The two stood back from each other, but with arms still entwined.
"Perhaps, Hans, I did not watch you closely enough in those days." "And what has become of the principal cause ?" "The cause ?" "Tekla." "Bah! She is fat and homely and the mother of seven squalling children." "What a world! To think that Tekla should be at the bottom of all this tangle! What irony! I ruin my life, I break the heart of the grand duke, I nearly cause war between two friendly states--why?
Tekla, now fat and homely and the mother of seven, would not marry me.

The devil rides strange horses." "Good night, Hans." "Good night, Hermann, and God bless you for your forgiveness.