Otto gave him his hand. “Be silent!” he said.
“Yes, certainly,” said Wilhelm; and, according to his custom, strengthened it with an oath. “Now I have sworn it,” said he; “but when there is an opportunity you must tell me more about it!”
“Yes, certainly,” said Otto, with a deep sigh. Before his friend he no longer stood pure and guiltless.
They slept. Otto’s sleep was only a hateful dream.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
“...Wie entzückend
Und süss es ist, in einer schönen Seele,
Verherrlicht uns zu fühlen, es zu wissen,
Das uns’re Fruede fremde Wangen röthet,
Und uns’re Angst in fremdem Busen zittert,
Das uns’re Leiden fremde Augen nässen.”
SCHILLER.
“How pale!” said Wilhelm the next morning to Otto. “Do you see, that is what people get by night-wandering?”
“How so?” inquired Otto.
Wilhelm made a jest of it.