’What，CuratusSchmidt！’interruptsMyLady，whowassittingthere:
’HerrGood—man，whatisthat？’’ThatisaLettertome，’answerstheGood—man:’Whathaveyoutodowithit？’UponwhichMyLadyflouncesoutinahuff，andtheHerrBaronsetsaboutwritinghisAnswer，whateveritmaybe。
\"KappelandFrauaregonetobed，FraustilleloquentuponthemysteryofCuratusSchmidt，whenhisLordshiptapsattheirdoor；
entersinthedark:’ThisisfortheCuratus，at7o’clockto—morrow；Ileaveitonthetablehere:beintime，likeagoodKappel！’KappelpromiseshisUnappeasablethathewillactuallyopenthisPiecebeforedeliveryofit；uponwhichsheappeasesherself，andtheybothfallasleep。Kappelisonfootbetimesnextmorning。KappelquietlypocketshisLetter；stillmorequietly，fromaneighboringroom，pocketshisMaster’sbigSeal（PETSCHAFT），withaviewtoresealing:hethenstepsout；givinghisBURSCH
[ApprenticeorUnder—Groom]ordertobereadyinsomanyminutes，’Youandthesetwohorses’（specificforspeed）；and，intheinterim，walksover，withLetterandPETSCHAFT，totheReverendHerrGerlach’s，forsomepreliminarybusiness。KappelisCatholic；