"Well, then, take me to him."
I entered the room, and Jacob Grimm, with his knowing and strongly-marked countenance, stood before me.
"I come to you," said I, "without letters of introduction, because I hope that my name is not wholly unknown to you."
"Who are you?" asked he.
I told him, and Jacob Grimm said, in a half-embarrassed voice, "I do not remember to have heard this name; what have you written?"
It was now my turn to be embarrassed in a high degree: but I now mentioned my little stories.
"I do not know them," said he; "but mention to me some other of your writings, because I certainly must have heard them spoken of."
I named the titles of several; but he shook his head. I felt myself quite unlucky.
"But what must you think of me," said I, "that I come to you as a total stranger, and enumerate myself what I have written: you must know me! There has been published in Denmark a collection of the M rchen of all nations, which is dedicated to you, and in it there is at least one story of mine."
"No," said he good-humoredly, but as much embarrassed as myself; "I have not read even that, but it delights me to make your acquaintance; allow me to conduct you to my brother Wilhelm?"