And in the meantime, if I were you, I would say nothing on the subject.' 'O, trust me, sir, for that,' cried Fritz, as he pocketed a crown.

'And you've let nothing out; for I suspected--I might say I knew it--from the first.

And mind you, when a guide is required,' he added, 'I know all the forest paths.' Otto rode away, chuckling.

This talk with Fritz had vastly entertained him; nor was he altogether discontented with his bearing at the farm; men, he was able to tell himself, had behaved worse under smaller provocation.

And, to harmonise all, the road and the April air were both delightful to his soul.
Up and down, and to and fro, ever mounting through the wooded foothills, the broad white high-road wound onward into Grunewald.