He merely wrote down some
addresses which Wilhelm gave him of people to whom he gave regular
assistance, and whom he recommended to Schrotter to that end.
When toward evening Wilhelm returned home, and, as was inevitable,
told Frau Muller the news, she nearly fainted, and had to sit down.
She was struck dumb for some time, and then only found strength to
utter low groans. Her lodger turned out of Berlin like a vagrant. A
householder too! Such a respectable, fine young gentleman, whom she
had watched over like the apple of her eye for seven years--
dreadful--dreadful. But it was all the fault of the low wretches who
had forced their way in last week. She had thought as much at the
time. If she had only called in the police at once! The police--oh
yes, she had all due respect for the police, she was the widow of a
government official, and she loved her good old king certainly--but
that they should have banished the Herr Doctor--that was not right--
that could not possibly be right! Frau Muller could not reconcile
herself to the thought of parting. She would go to her friend and
patron the "Geheimer Oberpostrath," and he would use his influence
in the matter; and at last, seeing that Wilhem only smiled or spoke
a few soothing words to her, she burst into tears and sobbed out: "I
am so used to you, Herr Doctor, I don't know how I am going to live
without you.
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