"He is confined to his chamber and the small courts behind the beam-lattice; we are confined to the coast; we cannot fly forth with the ships into the mighty, glorious world.

We are also fastened with a chain, only ours is somewhat longer than that of the prisoner.

But we will not think of this; let us go down to where the beautiful ladies are walking." "To see and to be seen," cried Wilhelm.

"'Spectatum veniunt; veniunt spectentur ut ipsae,' as Ovid says." The friends quitted the wall.
"There comes my scholar, little Jonas!" cried Wilhelm.

"The boy was better dressed than at his last appearance; quickly he pulled his little cap off and stood still: a young girl in a wretched garb held him by the hand.
"Good day, my clever lad!" said Wilhelm, and his glance rested on the girl: she was of a singularly elegant form; had she only carried herself better she would have been a perfect beauty.