But the dog was not one of those that he knew by sight in the streets of Heidelberg--one of those superb favourites of the students who are as well known as the professors themselves to every inhabitant of a university town in Germany.

And the Doctor stroked the beautiful head and listened for steps upon the stairs.

Before long he heard an ominous stumbling, as of some one unfamiliar with the dark and narrow way, and in a moment more a young man stood in the doorway, dazzled by the flood of the evening sunshine that faced him.
"Mr.Claudius live here ?" interrogated the stranger in a high and metallic, but gentlemanly voice.
"I am Dr.Claudius," said the tenant of the old chair, rising politely.
"Pray be seated, sir," and he offered his one seat to his visitor, who advanced into the middle of the room.
He was a young man, dressed in the extreme of the English fashion.

He was probably excessively thin, to judge by his face and neck and hands, but he was made up admirably.

He removed his hat and showed a forehead of mediocre proportions, over which his dark hair was conscientiously parted in the middle.