He had walked into a quarter of the town strange to him, he thought; he had no recollection of the look of the street.  A friend came up and put him in the right way, walking back with him.  This was General Leczel, a famous leader of one of the heroical risings whose passage through blood and despair have led to the broader law men ask for when they name freedom devotedly.  Alvan stated the position of his case to Leczel with continental frankness regarding a natural theme, and then pursued the talk on public affairs, to the note of:  ’What but knocks will ever open the Black-Yellow Head to the fact that we are no longer in the first years of the eighteenth century!’

Leczel left him at his hotel steps, promising to call on him before night.  Tresten had not returned, neither he nor the advocate, and he had been absent fully an hour.  He was not in sight right or left.  Alvan went to his room, looked at his watch, and out of the window, incapable of imagining any event.  He began to breathe as if an atmosphere thick as water were pressing round him.  Unconsciously he had staked his all on the revelation the moment was to bring.  So little a thing!  His intellect weighed the littleness of it, but he had become level with it; he magnified it with the greatness of his desire, and such was his nature that the great desire of a thing withheld from him and his own, as he could think, made the world a whirlpool till he had it.  He waited, figureable by nothing so much as a wild horse in captivity sniffing the breeze, when the flanks of the quivering beast are like a wind-struck barley-field, and his nerves are cords, and his nostrils trumpet him:  he is flame kept under and straining to rise.

CHAPTER XVII

The baroness expected to see Alvan in the morning, for he kept appointments, and he had said he would come.  She conceived that she was independent of personal wishes on the subject of Clotilde; the fury of his passion prohibited her forming any of the wishes we send up to destiny when matters interesting us are in suspense, whether we have liberated minds or not.  She thought the girl would grant the interview; was sure the creature would yield in his presence; and then there was an end to the shining of Alvan!  Supposing the other possibility, he had shown her such fierce illuminations of eye and speech that she foresaw it would be a blazing of the insurrectionary beacon-fires of hell with him.  He was a man of angels and devils.  The former had long been conquering, but the latter were far from extinct.  His passion for this shallow girl had consigned him to the lower host.  Let him be thwarted, his desperation would be unlikely to stop at legal barriers.  His lawyer’s head would be up and armed astoundingly to oppose the law; he would read, argue, and act with hot conviction upon the reverse of every text of law.  She beheld him storming the father’s house to have out Clotilde,