A dreadful suspicion crossed his mind; and, pretending to be in the utmost haste, he carried the luckless cloak home, over a heart full of grief and anger.

If it were, indeed, Fink that Ehrenthal's fair daughter had been expecting! The longer Anton had to wait for his friend, the more angry he grew.

At last he heard his step in the court-yard--ran down to meet him--told him the circumstance--and ended by saying, "Look! I wore your cloak; it was dusk; and I have a horrible suspicion that she mistook me for you, and that you have most unjustifiably abused Bernhard's friendship." "Ah ha!" said Fink, shaking his head, "here we have a proof of how ready these virtuous ones are to throw a stone at others.

You are a child.
There are other white cloaks in the town; how can you prove that mine was the one waited for?
And then allow me to remark, that you showed neither politeness nor presence of mind on the occasion.

Why not have led the lady down stairs, and when the mistake became apparent, have said, 'It is true that I am not he you take me for, but I am equally ready to die in your service,' and so forth ?" "You don't deceive me," rejoined Anton; "when I think the matter over, I can not, spite of your lies, shake off the belief that you were the one expected." "You cunning little fellow," said Fink, good-humoredly, "confess, at least, that when a lady is in the case, I needs must lie.