Mr. Weaver compared with a glance von Rittenheim's figure with his own puny proportions, and said,—
"No, I should think not!"
Then he rubbed his head and asked,—
"Can you teach?"
"I know not. Never have I done such a thing. I am a soldier."
"That's easily seen. Still, you're a university man."
He touched his forehead just where on Friedrich's the tip of his scar was visible.
"Oh, yes. I was at Heidelberg."
"I suspect you'll do if you-all are willing to try. My boy's fitting for college, and he's getting badly behind in his German. If you'd tackle his instruction for a few weeks, I'm sure it would be of great value to him. Will you do it?"
"If you will accept a novice, I shall be gr-rateful." And again Friedrich made his low bow.