of unspeakable agony, "I am undone! I am undone!"
Then he fell on his knees, imploring us for God's sake to spare him, and to save him from ignominy and ruin. "I have foreseen it," groaned he, "I have foreseen it; O had I but that time not suffered myself to be deluded to lend an helping hand to that wicked infernal transaction!"
We did all that lay in our power to make him easy, and promised him to take all disagreeable consequences upon ourselves; however, he would not listen to the comfort we administered to him.
"I am too much known," exclaimed he, and left us in wild despair.
I now consulted with my friend what was to be done, and we agreed at last that it would be best not to answer the Baron's letter, but quietly to await his arrival. Volkert, whowas
