"But, Moritz, it was to be a surprise!" says Mrs. Clemens, in a reproachful tone.
"I think, my dear, it is better to prepare the club beforehand. Is it not our wish to receive the persons in question, not only as our guests for to-night, but to win them permanently over for our little club; and for that purpose, you know, we must have the consent of all the members, according to the regulations which you have prepared yourself."
"Who is it, rector." asked Doctor Winimer. "You torture us."
"A gentleman whose name has a good sound in the republic of letters, and a lady who will be of special interest for you, Collega Winimer, in your capacity as lyric poet?"
"A lady?" cried Mr. Winimer, passing his hand through his carefully-arranged hair, his pride and his ornament, a gesture for which he receives his punishment immediately in a reproving glance from the lady whose lock he wears upon his heart.
"Yes; a lady, a highly-gifted lyric talent."
"No doubt, Primula; I mean Mrs. Professor Jager!" cries Mr. Winimer.
"You have guessed it; the poetess of the 'Cornflowers' and the interpreter of the fragments of Chrysophilos, will appear to-night as stars, and, we hope, be willing to accept a permanent engagement hereafter," said Rector Clemens, with his softest smile.
A long-drawn, unisonous "Ah!" of astonishment, testified to the interest felt by the company in this announcement.
"I had another reason, besides, why I invited Mr. and Mrs. Jager to-night," continues the rector; "it was, so to say, a consideration of humanity for our new colleague, Doctor Stein. He is an entire stranger in our circle, and seems to be remarkably shy, embarrassed, and little accustomed to move in larger circles. Mr. and Mrs. Jager, he told me himself this morning, are old acquaintances of his--from the time when he was a tutor, I believe--and he will no doubt be glad to meet to-night among so many strange or nearly strange faces, at least a few old friends."