"Stop," cried Ilse, entreatingly, "I am bewildered."
"I tell you this now, because I too feel myself a modest worker in this earthly soul-empire. This feeling gives me a pleasure in life which is indestructible, and it also gives me both freedom and modesty. For whoever works with this feeling, whether his powers be great or small, does so not for his own honor, but for all. He does not live for himself but for all, as all who have before existed continue to live for him."
He spoke earnestly, sitting surrounded by his books, with the setting sun casting its friendly rays on his head and on the home of his spirit--the book-shelves. And Ilse, leaning on his shoulder, said humbly: "I am yours. Teach me, form me, and make me understand what you understand."
CHAPTER XV.
AMONG THE LEARNED.
Ilse popped her head into her husband's study: "May I interrupt you?"
"Come in."
"Felix, what is the difference between Fauns and Satyrs? Here I read that Satyrs have goats' feet, but that Fauns have men's feet and little tails."
"Who says that?" asked Felix, indignantly.
"Why, here it is in print," replied Ilse, And as she spoke she showed an open book to her husband.