I need only tell Dr.
Boltze I was going to Komptendorf, and order the carriage, to transform the dear girl's departure into a holiday.
Again Fate interfered with the course of this story; for on my way to school that sunny Saturday morning I met Clara's mother, and at sight of her the wish merged into a resolve.

I followed her into the shop she entered and explained my plan.

She thought it would be delightful, and promised to wait for me at a certain place outside of the city.
The plan was carried out.

I found them at the appointed spot, my darling as fresh as a rose.

If love and joy had any substantial weight, the horses would have found it a hard matter to drag the vehicle swiftly on.
But at the first toll-house, while the toll-keeper was changing some money, I experienced the envy of the gods which hitherto I had known only in Schiller's ballad.