It must come from the heart; once, once more I will hear her say, that she loves me, I will--I will--Let it be dishonorable, let it be worthy of execration, I will atone for it; I will atone for it with my life!" While Georg was pacing up and down the room, Adrian gathered his books together, saying: "B-r-r-r, Junker, how you look to-day! One might be afraid of you.

Mother is in there already.

The tinder-box is rattling; she is probably lighting the lamp." "Are you busy ?" asked Georg.

"I've finished." "Then run over to Wilhelm Corneliussohn and tell him it is settled: we'll meet at nine, punctually at nine." "At Aquarius's tavern ?" asked the boy.
"No, no, he knows; make haste, my lad." Adrian was going, but Georg beckoned to him, and said in a low tone: "Can you be silent ?" "As a fried sole." "I shall slip out of the city to-day, and perhaps may never return." "You, Junker?
To-day ?" asked the boy.
"Yes, dear lad.

Come here, give me a farewell kiss.