I see nothing else to be done." "But in the summer you will surely come and spend some weeks at Friesenmoor ?" "That is more likely." The door opened and Malvine hurried in, and ran up to Wilhelm as he rose to meet her.
"To think of you falling from the clouds like this!" she cried, and shook both his hands warmly.

"Not a letter, not a telegram, nothing! Well, you knew, at any rate, that you would always be welcome." Again he had to make a determined stand against having their hospitality forced upon him, and kind, persistent Malvine would not give up the struggle as easily as Paul.

As Wilhelm, however, was equally persistent in his refusal, and would not even divulge the name of his hotel till they had sworn to leave him his independence, they finally gave up the fight.
"And now tell us all that has happened to you," said Paul, patting him on the shoulder.

"You must have had a very good time, for you either did not write at all or only in a flash--like this: 'Dear friend, am quite well--how are you all?
Best love--always yours.' Well, I don't think any the worse of you.

In gay Paris one has something better to do than to think of dull old fogies on the Uhlenhorst." "You don't think that seriously," answered Wilhelm, pressing his hand.
"I should rather be inclined to think that the doctor had been ill," said Malvine, whose woman's eye had instantly remarked the pallor and weariness of Wilhelm's thin face.
"Really--have you been ill ?" cried Paul, concerned.
"No, no, there is nothing the matter with me," Wilhelm hastened to answer, with a forced smile.
The awakened anxiety of his friends would not be dispelled, however, till he had repeated his assurance many times, and reinforced it by additions and enlargements.
Paul then returned to his question as to Wilhelm's adventures, the latter doing his best to get out of it by a few vague remarks on the uneventful character of his life during the last few months, and then hurried to descant on Paris, describing the town to them with the volubility of a guide-book.