"As of old, no one is in danger at Komaritz of death from starvation," Lato remarks, smiling.
"Help us to be rid of the provision," Harry says.
Hedwig repeats the invitation rather affectedly, but Lato, looking at his watch, discovers that he has already overstayed his time by an hour.
All express regret, and bid him farewell.
"And the good advice you were about to give me?" Harry says, interrogatively, as he takes leave of his friend, having accompanied him to the gate of the court-yard.
"Cut short your leave of absence; go away," Lato replies. "You will at least be relieved for the time from any necessity for dissimulation, and such affairs are better adjusted by letter."
Harry gazes gloomily into space; Lato springs into the saddle. "Adieu!" he calls out, and is gone.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
LATO TREURENBERG.
Ding-dong--ding-dong! the Angelus bells are ringing through the evening air with their message of rest for weary mortals.