But at the corner, not far from us, a tall, spare, gray-headed ecclesiastic was speaking.
We stood still, in order that we might not interrupt by entering till he had finished.
What was our surprise when we heard his words.
"My Lord Duke," he was saying, "it is fortunate for the elucidation of this great mystery that I have this moment received word concerning a most learned and notable jurisconsult, a Doctor of the Law, wise in controversy and specially skilled in such cases, who has even now arrived in the city of Thorn, on his way to the Emperor at Ratisbon, before whom he is to dispute for the honor of truth and our holy religion.
"His name is the Learned, Venerable, and Reverend Doctor Schmidt, and I trust that we of the city and faculty of the Wolfmark shall have the honor of welcoming him as so distinguished a man deserves." The pattern of the Bishop's speech is one that does not vary while the world lasts.
"Lord, they have made me a Doctor of Theology as well!" whispered the Chancellor to me.

I gave him a little push.
"Now is your time," said I, "the hour and the Doctor!" I lifted the skirt of his long black robe.

He took hold of his marvellous beard, a triumph of the disguiser's art, and we stepped forward.

I could hardly conceal a smile.
We had come in the very nick of time.
Then after this I have a vague remembrance of my master bowing this way and that.

I seem to see the wise men of the law, the judges, the priests, and lictors rising and bowing in acknowledgment.