CHAPTER X.
One winter morning Anton was reading diligently the "Last of the Mohicans," while the first snow-flakes were dancing down outside his window, when Fink came in hurriedly, saying, "Anton, let me have a look at your wardrobe ?" He opened the different drawers, examined their contents, and, shaking his head, said, "I will send my tailor to measure you for a new suit." "I have no money," replied Anton, laughing.
"Nonsense!" cried Fink; "the tailor will give you as much credit as you like." "I do not, however, choose to buy on credit," said Anton, settling himself upon the sofa to argue the point with his friend.
"You must make an exception in this case.

It is high time that you should see more of society, and I am going to introduce you." Anton started up, blushed, and exclaimed, "It won't do, Fink; I am quite a stranger, and have no position to give me confidence." "That's the very reason why you must go into society," replied Fink, severely.

"You must get rid of this miserable timidity as soon as possible.

Can you waltz?
Have you any remote conception of the figures of a quadrille ?" "A few years ago I had some dancing-lessons in Ostrau." "Very well; now you shall have some more.

Frau von Baldereck informed me yesterday that a few families purposed instituting a private assembly, where their half-grown chickens might learn to spread their wings, secure from birds of prey.