Here he stopped, taking up his hat; we asked for the reason of his apprehensions, entreating him to speak without reserve, but all was in vain, and he left the room with these words, "I wish all may end well."
We could not comprehend the meaning of these words, and did indeed not much mind them, my friend being quite unconcerned about the duel, which we thought Volkert had been hinting at.
Eight days were now elapsed without any disagreeable accident. None of us had spoken a word, as well of our adventure as of the duel, but on the ninth day we were reminded of it in a most terrible manner: My friend entered my apartment at a very early hour, with a pallid disordered countenance, flinging a folded letter on the table. I took it up, seized with terrible apprehensions, and saw that it was a second letter from Baron T———. If you will give me leave, gentlemen, I willread
