CHAPTER XII.
Led by Wilhelmi, I went to the house of our friends. Ikwarte stood in the door; he saluted me silently. I asked him whether my family were above.
"Yes, sir."
As we go up the stairs, we hear, behind us, hasty footsteps and a clattering sabre. It is Julius, his helmet adorned with a wreath of oak leaves.
"Grandfather, have you seen them?"
"Whom?"
"Martha and Erwin."
"Are they here, too?"
"Julius" is called from above, and, the next moment, he is in Martha's arms. Then he embraces his father.
"Come in; he sleeps," said Martha. "Come in all, fathers three."