Buried in such thoughts, he reached Frankenhöhe. As he passed through the yard, he did not observe the carriage that stood there. But as he passed under the window, he heard a loud voice, and some books were thrown from the window and fell at his feet. He looked down in surprise at the books, whose beautiful binding was covered with sand. He now observed the coach, and smiled.
"Ah! the doctor is here," said he. "He has thrown these unwelcome guests out of the window. Just like him."
He took up the books and read the titles, Vogt's Pictures from Animal Life, Vogt's Physiological Letters, Colbe's Sensualism.
He took the books to his room and began to read them. Herr Frank, with his joyful countenance, soon appeared.
"Klingenberg is here!" said he.
"I suspected as much already," said Richard. "I passed by just as he threw the books out of the window with his usual impetuosity."
"Do not let him see the books; the sight of them sets him wild."
"Klingenberg walks only in his own room. I wish to read these books; what enrages him with innocent paper?"
"I scarcely know, myself. He examined the library and was much pleased with some of the works. But suddenly he tore these books from their place and hurled them through the window."
"'I tolerate no bad company among these noble geniuses,' said he, pointing to the learned works.