Schrotter read it, and struck his hands together.
"Is it possible ?" he murmured.

"Is it possible ?" He paced the room with long strides, then suddenly stood still before his friend, and laying his hands on Wilhelm's shoulder, he said in tones of profound emotion: "I never thought I should live to see such things in my own country.

I am nearly sixty, and it is late in the day for me to begin a new life.
But really I find it difficult to breathe this air any longer.

Where shall you go ?" "I do not know yet myself.

I must collect my thoughts a little first." "Whatever you decide upon, I have a very good mind to go with you.
There is nothing left for me to do in my old age but emigrate again." "You will not do that!" answered Wilhelm hurriedly.