"I thought so!" cried the Geheimrath. "If you had only bled him, or at least remained with him!" he continued to the terrified barber, who entered at the same time. "Be quick now; give me that case; bring me some ice from the child's room," he ordered; and, while he spoke the lancet had done its work, and the dark blood was flowing from the arm. "Pray be ready, gentlemen," he said as he was bandaging the arm; "I believe the sick man will come to himself in a few moments. You will find writing-materials there in the corner." The gentlemen took their seats, and arranged a table for writing from the sick man's dictation. The surgeon brought the ice; it was laid upon Hartwich's head, and, as the Geheimrath had prophesied, he soon came to himself. He looked around him with astonishment "Am I still living?" he feebly asked. "Certainly, certainly," said the Geheimrath, cheerfully; "it was only a slight attack." "God of mercy," gasped Hartwich, "Thou art all compassion! My memory is still perfect. Are the lawyers here?" One of them arose, and approached the bed. "We are here, Herr von Hartwich, and await your directions." "I am still of sound mind,--indeed I am," Hartwich insisted with childlike eagerness. "The intention with which you have summoned us would certainly not indicate the contrary," said the lawyer gravely, signing to his companion to prepare to write. "And I declare that this last decision of mine is entirely my own," Hartwich continued. "I am convinced that it is so. I should far rather suppose that your previous will was a forced one," the official rejoined. "Will it impair the authenticity of this document that I am unable to sign it? I cannot, unfortunately, move my hand." "Not at all," said the lawyer. "These two gentlemen, Herr Geheimrath Heim and the surgeon Lederer, will have the kindness to affix their signatures as witnesses, and the instrument will be legally correct. If you are strong enough to dictate your will, there is nothing now to prevent your doing so." "Oh, yes! oh, yes!" gasped Hartwich, as the Geheimrath supported him; "every moment is precious." The preliminary sentences were written at Hartwich's request. The Geheimrath closed the door, and the dying man began to dictate in such feverish haste that the lawyer was obliged to entreat him to speak more slowly. Some irregularities in the formula were arranged, and the will was completed before the glimmering spark of life in the testator was extinguished. Little Ernestine was made heir to a property of ninety thousand thalers. The document was read aloud to Hartwich, and the Geheimrath and Lederer affixed their signatures instead of his own. "Now I can die!" said the sick man, with the air of a released captive; and instantly his mental and physical powers failed him.