"My poor Bernhard, you are delirious!" Bernhard shook his head.

"Since that day," said he, "I know that life is not commonplace, but it is terrible! Will you now consent to speak to the baron and his daughter ?" "I will," said Anton, rising to go.

"But I repeat to you that, in doing this, I am taking an important step, which may easily lead to fresh involvements for us both." "One in my state fears no involvements," said Bernhard; "and as for you," and he cast a searching glance at Anton, "you will be what you have spoken of to me this day, a man who can cut his way through difficulties, and whose business it is, even though wounded, to fight with fate.

Me, Anton Wohlfart, me the whirlwind will sweep away." "Faint-heart," cried Anton, tenderly, "it is your disease that speaks thus.

Courage will return with health." "You hope so ?" inquired the invalid, doubtingly.