gravity,--"You have humbled me! Is that sufficient satisfaction for
you?"

"We are then friends!" said Wilhelm. "Friends must be very
indulgent toward each other. Yesterday you were a little strange,
to-morrow I may be so; that is the way in which one retaliates."

Otto pressed his hand. "We will never speak again of the occurrence
of yesterday!"

"Never!" repeated Wilhelm, affected by the strange gravity of his
friend.

"You are a noble, a good creature!" said Otto, and bent over him;
his lips touched Wilhelm's forehead.

Wilhelm seized his hand, and gazed frankly into his eye. "You are
not happy!" exclaimed he. "If I cannot assist you, I can, at least,
dear Otto, honestly share the grief of a friend!"

"Even on that very point we may never speak!" replied Otto.
"Farewell! I have determined on travelling home; we have only
vacation for a few weeks, and I have not been in Jutland since I
became a student. Even a month's sojourn there cannot throw me
back; I am well prepared for the philosophicum."

"And when will you set out?" asked Wilhelm.

"To-morrow, with the steamboat. It is hot and sultry here in the
city: my blood becomes heated: it will, also, soon be a year since