Old Count von Hochburg had invited Moor to be his guest, and the painter intended to spend the night at the castle.

Pellicanus was to take care of the boy, and if necessary send for the surgeon again.

An hour after, the sick jester lay shivering in his bed, coughing before sleeping and between naps.

Ulrich too could obtain no slumber.
At first he wept softly, for he now clearly realized, for the first time, that he had lost his father and should never see Ruth, the doctor, nor the doctor's dumb wife Elizabeth again.

Then he wondered how he had come to Einmendingen, what sort of a place it was, and who the queer little man could be, who had taken him for a young noble--the quaint little man with the cough, and a big head, whose eyes sparkled so through his tears.