CHAPTER VI.
-- "Art thou Prometheus, pierced with wounds?
The Vulture thou that tugs at his heart ?" J.CHR.

V.ZEDLITZ'S Todtenkraenze.
Not half an hour after this adventure a carriage rolled toward the city--a large carriage, containing three seats, but, beside the coachman, there was only one person within.

This was Otto; his lips were pale; death, it is true, had touched them.

Alone he dashed forward; his last words to Wilhelm had been his only ones.
"He has lost his wits," said one of the friends.
"It is a fit of madness," answered another, "such as he was seized with at the examination, when he only sent in a scrap of white paper for the mathematical examination, because he felt himself offended by the inspector." "I could quite vex myself about my stupid joke," said Wilhelm.

"I ought to have known him better; he is of a strange, unhappy character.