"Still sitting in the seat of the scorner, doctor?" "I must stay where I am; I do not belong to those who are never squeamish about pushing for a good place." "But to those who are never at a loss for a sharp answer." "Sharp only for souls as soft as butter." "You know that I am a minister of peace." "But you may change your service." "And that it is my office to forgive." "If you hold your office from above, probably the necessary understanding for it has not been forgotten." "Doctor!" "Herr von Krossow." This conversation was hardly meant for my ears, at least on the chaplain's side, who spoke throughout, even to his last exclamation, in the gentle, deprecatory tone of wounded innocence, and now, with a pitying shrug of the shoulders, turned away and joined the others. That game-cock, the doctor, whose antagonist had so unexpectedly quitted the field, wore an air of blank surprise for a moment, then burst into a hoarse crowing laugh, shook his arms like a pair of wings, and turned suddenly to me, as if he felt the greatest desire to turn his baffled pugnacity upon me. "You would be acting more sensibly to go to your room." "I have only been waiting for your orders." "And now you have them; and I will see to their prompt execution myself." He took my arm and hurried me so rapidly away, that I had hardly time to bid the company good-night. His ire had not evaporated: he snorted, he grunted, he clicked with his tongue, and growled at intervals: "The scamp--the scamp--the scamp!" "You seem to have no very high opinion of our chaplain," I said. "Don't you grow ironical, young man!" said the doctor, looking up at me. "High opinion! high fiddlesticks! How can there be but one opinion of such a fellow?" "Yet the superintendent is always friendly to him." "Because he is friendly to every one; and besides it does not occur to him that this is not a man but a snake. Yes, that is easy enough to do, when other honest folks are left to do the rudeness." "That is no great trouble for you, doctor." "Young man, I say, do not exasperate me. I tell you the thing is no trifling matter; for if I cannot drive the fellow away, he will sooner or later oust us all, and his kind friend the superintendent, the very first. He has done you an ill turn already." "Me?" "Yes, you, the superintendent, myself. He would like well to kill three birds with one stone." "Tell me about it, doctor, I beg you." "I would tell you without your asking. Sit down in your easy-chair and make yourself comfortable: it is likely to be the last time you will sit in it." We had reached my room; the doctor pushed me into the easy-chair, while he stood before me--sometimes on one leg, sometimes on the other, but rarely on both at once--and spoke as follows: