Otto stepped into the room; here had stood the corpse, on account of which the furniture had been removed, and the void was all the more affecting.

The long white mourning curtains fluttered in tire wind before the open window.

Rosalie led him by the hand into the little sleeping-room where the grandfather had died.

Here everything yet stood as formerly--the large book case, with the glass doors, behind which the intellectual treasure was preserved: Wieland and Fielding, Millot's "History of the World," and Von der Hagen's "Narrenbuch," occupied the principal place: these books had been those most read by the old gentleman.

Here was also Otto's earliest intellectual food, Albertus Julius, the English "Spectator," and Evald's writings.