“You are right. The procession passes our house and I can then fix the time. Leave it all to me.”
“Yes, I will do so, dear Erdmann, and already I give you a thousand thanks. It seems as if a new life were opening for me. Oh! Oh! to hear Böhm play, and perhaps even Reinken, and to hear their works and play them! Could anything be finer?”
“Well,” replied his friend, endeavoring to moderate his enthusiasm, “the world has much besides this that is worth living for. But it is nice that you are pleased with your prospects. Doing things by halves will not accomplish much of any value.”
“That shall never be said of me,” interposed Sebastian, with flashing eyes. “I feel that I can accomplish something of value, but I must do it in the right way and in the right place—in Lüneburg. Lüneburg is now my watchword. I shall not shut eyes this night. Would it were morning!”
“Have patience. The morning will not fail you. So now, auf wiedersehen.”
“I can scarcely wait.”
“But you must. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye. I will hurry home to pack my things.”
Thus the friends separated in the twilight, in the narrow streets of Ohrdruff.