"Hear me, my son," said he, at length; "I will see if I can not get him another estate that he can buy with his remaining means.

Do you hear me, my son Bernhard ?" "Go!" cried Bernhard, without anger, but with the energy of intense grief.

"Go, and leave me alone!" Ehrenthal rose and left the room, walking up and down vehemently in the next, wringing his hands, and talking to himself.

Then he opened the door, approaching Bernhard's bed, and asked, in a piteous voice, "Wilt thou not give me thy hand, my son ?" But Bernhard lay silent, with averted face.
It was with a beating heart that Anton, two days later, gave his name to the baron's servant.
"Wohlfart!" cried the baron, and the recollection of the letter returned disagreeably to him; "bring him in." He met Anton's low bow rather coolly.

"I am obliged to you," said he, "for a letter lately received, and you must excuse my having, on account of much business on hand, left it unanswered." "If," began Anton, "I now take the liberty of calling with reference to the same subject, I implore you not to look upon it as intrusive.