"If the devil himself isn't afraid of her and wants to fetch her, I'll pay for his post-horses.

But the girl, the sick girl ?" "Herr Belotti begs me to persuade de Bont to visit her again.

Are you on friendly terms with the doctor ?" "I was, Wilhelm, I was; but--last Friday we had some sharp words about the new morions, and now the learned demi-god demands an apology from me, but to sound a retreat isn't written here--" "Oh, my dear sir," cried Belotti, with touching earnestness.

"The poor child is lying helpless in a raging fever.

If Heaven has blessed you with children--" "Be calm, old man, be calm," replied the fencing master, stroking Belotti's grey hair kindly.