It is not pleasant here," added he, apologetically; "many of our people are sick, and one must shift for one's self in a strange town." "You shall not remain in this room," said Anton, "if I can help it.
There is such an atmosphere of disease here that a man in health becomes quite faint; I shall ask permission to have you moved into my lodging." "Dear Mr.Anton!" cried Karl, overjoyed.
"Hush!" said the other; "I do not yet know whether we shall get leave." "I have one other request to make," said the soldier, at parting, "and that is, that you will write the circumstance off to Goliath, so as not to make him too uneasy.

If he first heard of it from a stranger, he would go on like a madman, I know." Anton promised to do this, and then hurried to the surgeon of the regiment, and next to his kind friend the captain.
"I will answer for his getting leave," said the latter.

"And as, from the account of his wound, his dismissal from the service seems to me unavoidable, he may as well stay with you till he receives it." Three days later, Karl, with his arm in a sling, entered Anton's room.
"Here I am," said he.

"Adieu my gay uniform! adieu Selim, my gallant bay! You must have patience with me, Mr.Anton, for one other week, then I shall be able to use my arm again." "Here is an answer from your father," said Anton, "directed to me." "To you ?" inquired Karl, in amazement.

"Why to you?
why has he not written to me ?" "Listen." Anton took up a great sheet of folio paper, which was covered over with letters half an inch long, and read as follows: "Worshipful Mr.Wohlfart, this is a great misfortune for my poor son.