The railroad connecting Weimar and Rudolstadt, near which Keilhau is located, was built long after, so we continued our journey in an open carriage and reached Rudolstadt about noon.
After we had rested a short time, the carriage which was to take us to Keilhau drove up.
As we were getting in, an old gentleman approached, who instantly made a strong impression upon me.

In outward appearance he bore a marked resemblance to Wilhelm Grimm.

I should have noticed him among hundreds; for long grey locks, parted in the middle, floated around a nobly formed head, his massive yet refined features bore the stamp of a most kindly nature, and his eyes were the mirror of a pure, childlike soul.

The rare charm of their sunny sparkle, when his warm heart expanded to pleasure or his keen intellect had succeeded in solving any problem, comes back vividly to my memory as I write, and they beamed brightly enough when he perceived our companion.

They were old acquaintances, for my mother had been to Keilhau several times on Martin's account.