His conduct at the board of council occurred to him as a fair chapter; and this evoked the memory of Gotthold.

To Gotthold he would go.
Gotthold was in the library as usual, and laid down his pen, a little angrily, on Otto's entrance.

'Well,' he said, 'here you are.' 'Well,' returned Otto, 'we made a revolution, I believe.' 'It is what I fear,' returned the Doctor.
'How ?' said Otto.

'Fear?
Fear is the burnt child.

I have learned my strength and the weakness of the others; and I now mean to govern.' Gotthold said nothing, but he looked down and smoothed his chin.
'You disapprove ?' cried Otto.