"A cut-throat quarter, that is it," remarked the student, still too
excited to feel the cold and want of his outer garment. "After all, one
cannot travel from Berlin to Paris without getting some soot on the
cheek and a cinder or two in the eye. In the same way it is not possible
to see life and go through this world without being smeared with a
little blood or smut."

While talking to himself, he smoothed his dress and curled his dark and
fine moustache, projecting horizontally and not drooping. He had walked
so fast that he had overtaken the Jews, delayed as the girl was by her
father's lameness, and having to carry the violin in its case which she
had recovered and preciously guarded.

"What an audacious bully that was," the student continued; "but even a
good cat loses a mouse now and then."

The pair seemed to expect him to join them, but as he was about to do
so, at the mouth of a narrow and unlighted alley, he heard the measured
tramp of feet indicating the patrol.

Already the character of the streets and houses changed: there were
vistas of those large buildings which give one the impression that
Munich is planned on too generous a scale for its population. Only here
and there was a roof or front suggestive of the Middle Ages, and they
may have been in imitation; the others were stately and were classical,
and the avenues became spacious.

All at once, while the student was watching the semi-military constables
approach, he heard an uproar toward the bridge. The major had been