"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. It was
Psyche herself who stood beside Cupid. She smiled in a friendly
manner; the little lad had certainly told her who the gentlemen
were; but she became crimson, and cast down her eyes when Wilhelm
looked back after her: he beckoned to Jonas, who immediately came
to him. The girl was his sister, he said, and was called Eva.
Wilhelm nodded to her, and the friends went on.

"That was a beautiful girl!" said Wilhelm, and looked back once
more. "A rosebud that one could kiss until it became a full blown
rose!"

"During the experiment the rosebud might easily be broken!"
answered Otto; "at least such is the case with the real flower. But
do not look back again, that is a sin!"

"Sin?" repeated Wilhelm; "no, then it is a very innocent sin!