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FORTUNE AND MARRIAGE. | 73 The young surgeon preferred to bear his friend company on his way tothe bureau, so the two set out together. They walked through the streets, chatting as they went, and atthe foot of the hill they came upon Councilor Moser. This gentleman had his quarters at the Government-house itself, but he was in the habit of taking a constitutional in the morning before office-hours commenced, and from this exercise he was now returning. He ad- vanced slowly, with his usual stiff and solemn mien, his chin well buried in his white cravat, and re- turned his subordinate’s greeting with an affable but dignified bow. “You are looking tired, Mr. Winterfeld,” he ob- served, in a benevolent tone. “His excellency him- self has noticed it. His excellency is of opinion that you work too sedulously, and that you will un- dermine your health by such assiduous study. There may be too much even of a good thing. You should not apply too closely.” “That is what 1 am always preaching to my friend,” put in Max; “but in vain. This very morning, at an untimely hour, I found him poring over his books, and had literally to hunt him from them. He throws all my prescriptions to the wind.” “You area member of the Faculty, sir?” asked the councilor, evidently expecting that this stranger should be presented to him. “My friend, Dr. Brunnow,” said George; “Mr. Councilor Moser.” The chief-clerk suddenly rose out from the depths of his white neckcloth. “Brunnow—Brunnow?” he repeated. “Is the name familiar to you, councilor?” asked Max, innocently. All benevolence had vanished from the old gentie- man’s face. It expressed something akin to horror as he replied, sharply: “The name was well-known in former times, first in connection with the rebellion, then with the courts of justice. Finally, it was brought into people’s mouths by the escape from a fortified place of a political prisoner who bore it. I trust you Gomicbooks (E(0)