“What business is it of yours, if I may be permitted to ask?” “Annchen has seen him at D----!” said Helen, endeavouring to hide her sister’s embarrassment. “What?” asked Karl suspiciously, “you know the fellow? What’s his name?” That, as we know, was a very inconvenient question. That the unknown was called Kurt would scarcely suffice to satisfy the judge by way of personal information, and that was all Annchen knew about him. So she was silent, and confined herself to blushing once more, which, however pretty it might look, could scarcely be regarded as a satisfactory explanation, at least not to this unsentimental brother-in-law and judge. “Aha!” said Karl, with a lordly air, “you are so well acquainted that you do not so much as know his name! Take my word for it, the man was a sharper--that is my firm opinion. Such fellows always look very elegant and well-bred. Not another word about him!” Meanwhile they had safely reached the hotel, and it was time to yield to the imperious need for rest and sleep. This, to be sure, was not indulged in for long, for excitement and the wish to enjoy Berlin to the full soon drove the pleasure-seekers out again. In the dining-room the question, “What now?” was discussed at length by the couple, while Annchen listened to everything that was proposed with unmistakable indifference. To her Berlin had grown to be nothing but an enormous frame to hold the likeness of the adorable, who had crossed her path once more this morning in so surprising a fashion, and, alas! seemed utterly unconscious of the fact that he had ever seen her before. The unknown, whom we will herewith introduce to our readers as Dr. Rüdiger, had meanwhile also reached the R---- Hotel, at which he too, as good luck would have it, had put up. Himself unnoticed, he observed how the judge and his ladies, after a short parley with the _portier_, left the hotel, and no sooner had they turned the next corner than he too approached that personage. “Has Herr Judge Schwarz gone out already?” he asked nonchalantly. “Yes, sir, Herr Schwarz and the ladies have just gone,” replied the _portier_, who in his person united the dignity of a Spanish grandee with eely suavity. “That’s too bad!” remarked the wily Rüdiger. “We were going to make an engagement for this evening!” “Herr Schwarz ordered tickets to the opera for to-morrow night,” said the _portier_. “Ah! that’s capital,” replied Rüdiger. “You may procure a ticket for me in the same box; I will come and ask you for it.” He walked away cheerfully, and patiently did the principal sights of Berlin, in the secret hope that fortune would favour him and bring about a meeting between him and the Schwarz family. But for the present this hope came to naught.