"I see that you understand me fully," said Sonnenkamp with great serenity. "And now give me your advice. Whom do you propose as members of this moral jury, as we may call it? In the first place, I must refuse Herr von Pranken. He is my son, and cannot be my judge."
"I should not be able to name any one without reflection. Please—I am yet too weak. This deliberation, this seeking, this thought-travelling, causes me physical pain."
"Then calm yourself. Herr Dournay, you have heard all—Have you, though?" he repeated, on observing Eric's abstracted glance.
"Yes, indeed, every thing."
"And now, whom would you propose?"
"First of all, the most sensible of men has to-day himself announced his arrival."
"Well, well, I accept him. And then?"
"Herr Weidmann."
"Weidmann? He is the uncle of my most bitter enemy."
"But on that very account he will be just."