'Am I not bound to try?
And with the advice and help of such a man as you--' 'Me!' cried the librarian.

'Now, God forbid!' Otto, though he was in no very smiling humour, could not forbear to smile.

'Yet I was told last night,' he laughed, 'that with a man like me to impersonate, and a man like you to touch the springs, a very possible government could be composed.' 'Now I wonder in what diseased imagination,' Gotthold said, 'that preposterous monster saw the light of day ?' 'It was one of your own trade--a writer: one Roederer,' said Otto.
'Roederer! an ignorant puppy!' cried the librarian.
'You are ungrateful,' said Otto.

'He is one of your professed admirers.' 'Is he ?' cried Gotthold, obviously impressed.

'Come, that is a good account of the young man.