"So do. That's nice."
Fräulein Milch was delivered from all her own trouble, when the duty was enjoined upon her of rejoicing with the joyful; and the betrothed couple forgot the castle, and remained for hours sitting with the Major and Fräulein Milch in the arbor.
Then the journal came, and the Major begged to be excused for reading it before his guests; he received the paper after the burgomaster, the school-master, and the barber had read it, and so he could keep it. As he had nothing more to do with the world, it made no difference whether he learned an hour or two sooner or later what had happened.
"Oh, here's a great black mark," exclaimed Lina.
"That's the burgomaster's mark," said the Major. "Fräulein Milch, would you read to me? There must be something very special."
The Fräulein took the paper, but she covered her face with her hand after she had looked into it.
"What's the matter? You read, dear Lina."
Lina read the bitter paragraph by Professor Crutius; she wanted to stop after the first few lines, but the Major begged:
"Read on; do read on."
She read on to the end.