At quarter past twelve, he embraced them.

At half-past twelve, he delivered a eulogy on the illustrious John Meiser, his friend and benefactor.

When he learned that John Meiser had died in that house, he poured forth a torrent of tears.

At quarter to one, he assumed a confidential tone, and spoke of his son, whom he was going to make happy, and of the betrothed who was waiting for him.

About one o'clock, he tasted a celebrated port wine which Frau Meiser had herself gone to bring from the cellar.