And now have done with your preachments--it is past one o'clock." A few days later, Anton remembered, at the close of the office, that he had promised to send on a book to the young student.

As Fink, who had gone out an hour before, had carried off his paletot, which indeed often happened, Anton wrapped himself in Fink's burnoose, which chanced to lie in his room, and hurried off to Ehrenthal's house.

As he reached the door, he was not a little amazed to see it noiselessly open, and a shawled and veiled figure come out.

A soft arm wound itself round his, and a low voice said, "Come quickly; I have waited for you long." Anton recognized Rosalie's voice, and stood petrified.

At length he said, "You are mistaken." With a suppressed scream the young lady rushed up stairs, and Anton, little less confused, entered his friend's room, where he had the shock of being at once addressed by the short-sighted Bernhard as Herr von Fink.