The young lawyer's ear caught his friend's English accent, and at once lifted his head, though not in time to catch a glimpse of his retreating figure. I have said that Engstein recognised Fritz's accent as English, but little did he suspect that it was his old college friend who had called upon him and left so suddenly. He looked surprised, took up the book upon the table to look at the title, and muttered to himself, "Who can it have been? I do not recollect now who it was I lent it to, but it must have been a long while ago." He was about to ring the bell, and rose for that purpose when he noticed a face peeping at him through the opening of the door, which was now ajar. "Who's that? Come in!" cried the lawyer. "You are busy, Herr Advocat--another time. _Ich empfaehle mich Ihnen_," said my relative, closing the door slowly after him. But this time Ludwig had a better view of the Englishman's face. "_Potztausend!_" exclaimed the lawyer; "I shall know that face. _Ach! lieber freund Fritz._ Can it be really you? _Nein was fuer ein angenehme Ueberaschung!_" he cried, rushing forward and throwing the door wide open while he kissed his friend forcibly on both cheeks. "Sit down here and tell me to what for a fortuitous and never-to-be-expected train of circumstances I am indebted for this friendly and to me most agreeable and blissful-past-days-recalling visit." Fritz then went on to relate the circumstances of his relative's death, and how he had been called from home to attend him in his last moments. "I am sorry for the death of your relation," said Ludwig, "but I cannot sufficiently express my extreme joy at seeing my old friend Fritz again after so many years! Ha! ha! ha!" he laughed, partly from delight at meeting his friend, and partly at his friend's mode of introducing himself. "What for an eccentric and of you and your strange countryman-characteristic way of saluting your old friend after so long!" And the German again laughed again heartily. "And what for a busy and for-ever-with-documents-and-papers-occupied German business man, not even to notice his swiftly entering, and though long departed from German soil, speedily-vanishing and almost-forgotten English friend!" retorted Fritz, mimicking the high-flown, wordy phraseology of the German. "No, on my honour, Fritz," replied his friend; "not forgotten, I assure you. Do you know that I had a dream of you only last night. It never struck me till now. It is strange that I should have dreamed of you just the night before your unexpected and to me most grateful arrival. How strange it is that our dreams often prognosticate coming events! It is as if the mind, partly freed from its material covering during sleep, received the power of peering with greater accuracy into that to-us-in-our-waking-state-obscure and unfathomable future which----"