"Good-bye, Prince Klaus Heinrich," said Doctor Ueberbein, though he did not at once leave him, but continued walking at his side with his hands clasped behind him and his red beard sunk on his breast.
"No," said Klaus Heinrich. "No, not good-bye, Doctor Ueberbein. That's just it. I mean to remain your friend, you who have had such a. hard time, and have shown such pride in your duty and destiny, and have made me proud too in treating me as a companion. I have no in tention of resting on my oars, now that I have found happiness, but will remain true to you and to myself and to my exalted calling.…"
"It cannot be," said Doctor Ueberbein in Latin, and shook his ugly head with its protruding, pointed ears.
"It can be, Doctor. I'm sure it can, they're not in compatible. And you, you ought not to show yourself so cold and distant at my side, when I am so happy, and, what's more, it's the eve of my birthday. Tell me—you've had so many experiences and seen so much of the world in all its aspects—have you never had any experiences in this direction? You know what I mean—have you never had an attack like this of mine?"
"H'm," said Doctor Ueberbein, and pressed his lips together, till his red beard rose, and the muscles knotted in his cheeks. "No doubt I may have had one once, sub rosa."
"I thought so! Tell me about it, Doctor Ueberbein. You must tell me about it!"
The hour was one of quiet sunshine, and the air full of the scent of limes. So Doctor Ueberbein related an incident in his career on which he had never touched in previous accounts, though it had had perhaps a decisive influence on his whole life. It had occurred in those early days when the Doctor was teacher of the young idea and at the same time working on his own account, when he used to draw in his waist-belt and give private lessons to
