The breakfast was as elaborate as on the day before.
"I want to take you over to my place to-day, Wilhelm.

We have a shooting party, the weather is lovely, and it will be a nice change for you." "Thanks, Paul, but I would much rather you left me here.

I am no sportsman, as you know very well." "We'll soon make you into one.

Nobody is born a sportsman, or rather we are all born sportsmen, but forget it in our wretched town life, and afterward have to set to work and learn laboriously the art that came so naturally to our forefathers.

Not, however, that you need fire a single shot, it is more for the healthy out-of-door exercise, and to show you Friesenmoor in its winter dress, and for the society which will interest you.