“I beg your pardon, Herr Professor; the young gentleman came to my door just two minutes ago.”
“Oh!” cried three indignant voices.
“Well, it theemth witheth to let thith matter wetht! Here, take Wumpf to the cawcer. Wumpf, you will behave yourself and not be continually calling the pedell ath you did the latht time you were there. Inaddlaw, don’t let anything induthe you to let him come out into the hall.”
“Very good, Herr Professor.”
Wilhelm Rumpf bit his lip, turned to go, and disappeared with Inaddler in the dim twilight of the hall.
“What is it you did, Herr Rumpf?” asked the pedell sympathetically, as they were passing upstairs.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, but, begging your pardon, you must have done something?”
“I only did what the professor does all the time.”
“You don’t say so! How is that?”