"Yes," replied Von Barwig with a smile. "I hope so."
"I'll surprise you some day," she added.
"Yes," said Von Barwig simply, and he determined to allow her to surprise him. "Good-bye!" he said, bowing. She held out her hand.
"Good-bye!" she replied almost tenderly.
"To-morrow at the same time?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, of course."
Von Barwig breathed a sigh of relief. "She is not angry," he thought. "And it will very soon be to-morrow!"
Chapter Twenty
As Von Barwig walked down Fifth Avenue on his way home to his lodgings in Houston Street he could not help contrasting his present happy existence with the miserably hopeless state in which he had found himself on his first arrival in New York. "And it is to her, Miss Stanton, that I owe all this blessedness. I am a changed man," he said to himself, almost gaily, "I live, I enjoy, for to-morrow I shall see her again. To live that one hour of restful blessedness," he thought, "is well worth the bare existence of the other twenty-three." His friends felt the change, too. They all knew that something had happened, that something had entered the life of the old professor and changed it, but not one of them attempted to pry into his secret.