`` Where is Montreaux ? '' asked Amy . `` Near Clarens , where Rousseau wrote his Heloise , and Vevay , where so many English go to enjoy Chillon . The climate is divine for unfortunates like myself , and life more cheap there than in Italy . '' Here the train stopped again , and Hoffman came to ask if the ladies desired anything . At the sound of his voice the young Pole started , looked up , and exclaimed , with the vivacity of a foreigner , in German , -- `` By my life , it is Karl ! Behold me , old friend , and satisfy me that it is thyself by a handshake . '' `` Casimer ! What wind blows thee hither , my boy , in such sad plight ? '' replied Hoffman , grasping the slender hand outstretched to him . `` I fly from an enemy for the first time in my life , and , like all cowards , shall be conquered in the end . I wrote thee I was better , but the wound in the breast reopened , and nothing but a miracle will save me . I go to Switzerland ; and thou ? '' `` Where my master commands . I serve this gentleman , now . '' `` Hard changes for both , but with health thou art king of circumstances , while I ? -- Ah well , the good God knows best . Karl , go thou and buy me two of those pretty baskets of grapes ; I will please myself by giving them to these pitying angels . Speak they German ? '' `` One , the elder ; but they understand not this rattle of ours . ''
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