“But Herr Court-Councillor, I don’t believe that they light stoves now in Clausthal. We are in the month of August!”
“Hmm! Hmm!” the old man said thoughtfully and as if he had become weary of me. “I don’t know, perhaps yes, and perhaps no. That however doesn’t interest us, since there is no question of you going there. Just a short psalm, alleluia!”
As we took our leave of each other, the doctor enumerated once more the villages from which he allowed me to choose one for my stay, but I went straight to the station for information about departures of trains, and to buy a ticket for Clausthal.
“After so much counsel from your doctor,” you will say? Eh, after so much counsel! At my breast I was carrying the fifth letter from my dear Paschális, who once again was begging me not to favour an
