glass, and shouted in the circle, "Thou, Thou!" But in his whole
bearing there lay something constrained, which, however, none of
the young men remarked, far less allowed themselves to imagine that
his sudden retreat, during the first drinking, perhaps occurred
from the sole object of avoiding it. But soon was he again one of
the most extravagant; promised each youth who would study theology
a living on his estate when he should once get it into his own
hands; and proposed that the Latin disputations should commence
with him, and on the following Friday. Otto Thostrup, however,
should he of the party--if he chose, of course being understood;
for he was a capital student, and his friend they had made a
journey together and had been neighbors at the green table.

Among those who were the earliest to make their valete amici was
the Baron. Several were not yet inclined to quit this joyous
circle. The deepest silence reigned in the streets; it was the most
beautiful moonlight. In most houses all had retired to rest--only
here and there was a light still seen, most persons slept, even
those whose sense of duty should leave banished the god of sleep:
thus sat a poor hackney-coachman, aloft upon his coach-box, before
the house where he awaited his party, and enjoyed, the reins wound
about his hand, the much-desired rest. Wilhelm (henceforth we will
only call the young Baron by his Christian name) walked alone
through the street. The wine had heated his northern blood--besides
which it never flowed slowly; his youthful spirits, his jovial
mood, and the gayety occasioned by the merry company he had just
quitted did not permit him quietly to pass by this sleeping
Endymion. Suddenly it occurred to him to open the coach-door and
leap in; which having done, he let the glass fall and called out
with a loud voice, "Drive on!" The coachman started up out of his