And now, at evening, the Chaplain was stealing home from the field and through the garden, and cried out, as he came to meet his new son: "Ah! Herr Hofmedicus, I am falling away abominably. I look really and manifestly like an _Ecce Homo_ and feverish patient. I am doomed.--I am destined to make a _soiffre-douleur_, a _persona miserabilis_, a Patripassian."[193]--When Victor had reported to him, "It is all over, the Regency-Councillor is liberated and innocent," Eymann looked steadfastly up at the observatory, and said, "Verily there sits the Councillor up there, peeping over," and was on the point of going up to him; but Victor gently held him back, and said tenderly, "I am your son," and disclosed to him all.--"What?--you?--thou?--the son of such an eminent Lord, my son?--I to have begotten my Herr Godfather?--That is unheard of, one brother to be another's godson.--I have two Sebastians in my house at once."--He got sight of the Parsoness, and began a quarrel,--which was always with him a sign of joy.--"So, wife! thou hast known this all day, and let me sit out there in the quarry, on the anxious seat, in the midst of grief, tolling away till night at the poor-sinners'-bell? Couldst thou not have let the bellows-blower come out to notify me? That was very ill done,--the wife sits at home and drinks bitters, into which are thrown whole casks of sugar and dishes of comfits,--and the man keeps himself in stone-quarries, and swills down steadily his bitter extracts out of an emetic-cup."--She never answered a word.