Presently up came a waiter.
"The Herr Professor desires me to say that, if you have no objection, he would be glad to breakfast in your room." My apartments were on the third story.
"Show him up," said I; and my friend entered as pale as death.
"O August Reignold, this is a horrible business!"
"Pshaw!" said I, "how can you expect unity without a row?"
"But they tell me that the mob are already breaking into the assembly—into the free, inviolable, sacred parliament of Germany!"
"Is that all? They might, in my humble opinion, be doing a great deal worse."
"And they are beginning to put up barricades."
"That's serious," said I; "however, one comfort is, that they expect somebody to attack them. Take your coffee, Professor, and let us await events with fortitude. You are tolerably safe here."
The Professor groaned, for his spirit was sorely troubled. I really felt for the poor man, who was now beginning, for the first time, to taste the bitter fruits of revolution. They were as ashes in his academical mouth.