The Major continued to drum and drum, repeating the words,—
"Bad—very bad!"
He uttered the words so oddly, that it sounded like a crow, in the freshly-turned furrow, gulping down an earthworm.
CHAPTER XVI.
WE HAVE HIM.
While the Major and Eric were sitting together, Sonnenkamp was with the mother in the library; Roland and the aunt, in the recess, had a great book open before them, containing outline drawings of Greek sculpture.
The boy now looked up and cried,—
"Father, only think that Herr Eric must sell this fine library of his father's, and there is not a single leaf here that his father has not written on, and it must go now into the hands of strangers."
"It would be a favor to me," said Sonnenkamp, turning to the aunt, "if you, gracious Fräulein, would take my son out to walk; I have something to say to Frau Dournay."
Roland went away with the aunt.