The Staatsräthin turned to them, and asked, "What have you there?"
"A letter from Fräulein Hartwich to Uncle Heim, mother."
Johannes handed her the letter, and the Staatsräthin read:
"Herr Geheimrath:
"I do not know whether you remember a little girl called Ernestine Hartwich, whose life you once saved, but I do know that, even if you do not remember her, you will not refuse aid to any one who appeals to you. I have sent an application to the University here to be allowed to attend the lectures. I did this without my guardian's knowledge, for he disapproved of the plan. I therefore wish to keep the matter a secret from him until results shall reconcile him to my mode of proceeding."
"Very considerate," interposed the Staatsräthin ironically; "but let us proceed."
"My request to you is, my dear sir, that you will arrange matters so that the reply of the faculty to my application shall reach me without my uncle's knowledge, and, indeed, that you will convey it to me yourself. I also need your medical advice, for I am far from well, and my uncle has never permitted me to see a physician. I obeyed his wishes until I learnt that you reside in my neighbourhood. Now I turn to you with all my old confidence. If any one can help me, you can. I must entreat you, if you would spare me a painful scene, to come to me on a day when Doctor Gleissert is not at home. He goes to town on business every Wednesday and Saturday. I pray you to come to me on one of these days.
"With great respect,
"Ernestine Hartwich."
"Well, that is certainly more brief and to the point than might be expected from a blue-stocking," said Moritz.