morrow afternoon we are going to meet at the Hertzes', but I really must see you before then."
"Yes, indeed, we must use the time—'Our pleasant sojourn in Aranjuez is coming to an end.'[1] So you really go away the day after to-morrow?"
"Yes, my sweet Minna; it is after all for the best. The holidays are over, and my landlady has let my room."
"Well, in a week I am also as free as a bird.… Let me see, I will take the children out for a walk. If your many engagements do not prevent, you can expect me on the forest path, the one turning off to the left, you know, just beyond the school-house. I will walk on until I meet you."
The train whistled and stopped. We had already reached Rathen.
As we went down to the ferry, the mist only fluttered, like torn bits of cobweb, over the wet grass which was glittering in the sun.
- ↑ Schiller, "Don Carlos."
