The real feeling which sighed and sobbed between the pages made itself felt, and carried him back from the cold present to the storm-heated past; he became interested, then grave, and if he had not suddenly shut the book with a bang when he came to the place where his faithless love was married, who knows-- At all events, Wilhelm had not smiled once; his eyes even showed signs of tears.

Schrotter took the book into the other room, and when he came back every trace of emotion in look and manner had vanished.
"So you see," he began, "a sensible boy like I am has behaved like an ass in the past.

But I did not shoot myself after all, that was so far good, and I am ashamed to tell you how soon I got over it.

I often go past her shop in Unter den Linden, and see her through the window beyond all her brilliants and precious stones.

She is still very pretty, and seems happy, much happier no doubt than if she had been with me.