The dear old tree! [Author's Note: At the end of the last century it was felled, and two younger ones, which are now in full growth, planted in its stead.] Yes, but one does not perceive in it, as in me, how many years have passed since then!" He pressed a kiss on Otto's forehead, gave him his blessing, and they parted.
Otto was in a melancholy mood; he felt that he had certainly seen the old man for the last time.

When he arrived at home he found Rosalie busy hacking.

The following morning, by earliest dawn, they were to travel toward Lemvig.

Otto had not been there within these two last years.

In old times the journey thither had always been to him a festival, now it was almost indifferent to him.
He entered his little chamber; for the last time in his life he should now sleep there.