The echoing laughter and clapping of hands announced the result.
     "Is chanel bags outlet it not the same person who was playing conjuring tricks in the park?" inquired Wilhelm.
     "Yes, certainly," replied Otto; "he is to me quite repulsive!" And so saying, he followed Sophie.
     Late in the evening, when all had betaken themselves to rest, Wilhelm proposed to Otto that they should make a little tour, as he called it.
     "I fancy Meg Merrilies, as my sister calls Sidsel," said he, "has made a conquest of the conjuror, although he might be her father. They have been walking together down the avenue; they have been whispering a deal together; probably chanel bags he will to-night sleep in one of the barns. I must go and look after him; he will be lying there and smoking his pipe, and may set our whole place on fire. Shall we go down together? We can take Vasserine and Fingel with us."
     "Let him sleep!" said Otto; "he will not be so mad as to smoke tobacco in the straw! To speak candidly, I do not wish to be seen by him. He was several times at my grandfather's house. I have spoken with him, and now that I dislike him cheap chanel bags I do not wish to see him!"
     "Then I will go alone!" said Wilhelm.
     Otto's heart beat violently; he stood at the open window and looked out over the dark wood, which was lit up by the moon. Below in the court he heard Wilhelm enticing the dogs out. He heard yet another voice, it was that of the steward, and then all was again silent. Otto thought upon the German Heinrich and upon Sophie, his life's good and bad angels; and he pictured to himself how it would be if she extended to him her chanel handbags outlet hand--was his bride! and Heinrich called forth before her the recollections which made his blood curdle.
     It seemed to him as if something evil impended over him this night. "I feel a forewarning of it!" said he aloud.
     Wilhelm came not yet back.
     Almost an hour passed thus. Wilhelm entered, both dogs were with him; they were miry to their very sides.
     "Did you meet any one?" inquired Otto.
     "Yes, there was some one," said Wilhelm, "but not in the barn. The stupid dogs seemed to lose their nature; it was as if there was a somebody stealing along chanel bags outlet the wall, and through the reeds in the moat. The hounds followed in there; you can see how they look!--but they came the next moment back again, whined, and hung down their ears and tails. I could not make them go in again. Then the steward was superstitious! But, however, it could only be either the juggler, or one of the servant-men who had stilts. How otherwise any one could go in among the reeds without getting up to their necks, I cannot conceive!"