I turned in the direction which he indicated, and stepped out through the open window. Day was dawning; I could make out the gray shape of Waldenweiter. Was the scene of despair played there yet? I gave but a passing thought to old Wetter, his mad doings and wry reflections. I was hot on another matter, and, raising my voice, I called, "Varvilliers! Where are you, Varvilliers?"
"I am not Varvilliers, but here I am," came in answer from across the terrace.
"Wetter!" I whispered, running down the steps and over to where he stood. "What brings you here?"
"I couldn't sleep. I saw your lights and I rowed across. I've been here for an hour."
"You should have come in."
"No. I have been very well here, in the fringe of the trees."
"You have had your scene?"
"No; he would not sleep after dinner. Early to-morrow! And then I go. Enough of that. I have seen your Princess."
"You have? Wetter, I am in love with her. Tell me where she went. She has suddenly become all that I want. I have suddenly become all that I ought to be. Tell me where she is, Wetter!"
"It is not your Princess; it is the dance, the wine, the night."