Shvarts looked around, gazed some seconds at the man who called him by name; at last he opened his arms widely, and exclaimed,—
"As God lives, it is Gustav!"
Gustav was a man small and thin, about twenty-three years of age; long hair of a chestnut color fell almost to his shoulders; his short reddish mustache cut even with his lip made him seem older than he was in reality.
"What art thou doing, Yosef? Why hast thou come? To the University, hast thou not?"
"Yes."
"Well done. Life is wretched for the man without knowledge," said Gustav, as he panted. "What course wilt thou choose?"
"I cannot tell yet; I will see and decide."
"Think over it carefully. I have been here a year now, and have had a chance to look at things coolly. I regret much a choice made too hastily, but what is one to do afterward? Too late to turn back, to go on there is lack of power. It is easier to commit a folly than correct it. To-morrow I will go with thee to the University; meanwhile, if thou hast no lodgings, let the Jew take thy things to my room, it is not far from here. Thou mayst begin with me; when thou art tired of me, look for another man."
