A band of music played, and we students danced with one another.

I was one of the last to depart, long after midnight, and on looking for my overcoat I could not find it.

One of the guests had mistaken it for his, and the young gentleman's servant had carried his own home.

This was unfortunate, for mine contained my door-key.
Heated by dancing, in a dress-coat, with a thin white necktie, I went out into the night air.

It was cold, and, violently as I pounded on the door of the Schonhutte, no one opened it.