The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER III. THE PRICE OF AN HONOUR. and I were busily employednext morning in our work-room,£^ with our apprentices and journey-men around us, when there camea loud knock at the absorbed was I in the examina-tion of the works of a small gold-enamelled watch, the most dainty I ever had inmy hands, that I did not look up at once; but Ifelt Karls nervous start. He was sitting by me,carving a clock-case into the shape of a birds-nest, hanging under a spray of wild roses. Karlwas the most skilful carver in the whole family,next to my father, and his foliage was th
The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER III. THE PRICE OF AN HONOUR. and I were busily employednext morning in our work-room,£^ with our apprentices and journey-men around us, when there camea loud knock at the absorbed was I in the examina-tion of the works of a small gold-enamelled watch, the most dainty I ever had inmy hands, that I did not look up at once; but Ifelt Karls nervous start. He was sitting by me,carving a clock-case into the shape of a birds-nest, hanging under a spray of wild roses. Karlwas the most skilful carver in the whole family,next to my father, and his foliage was the mostdelicate I have ever seen. I could not repress the exclamation of dismaywhich came to my lips as his instrument slipped,and an exquisite rose was severed and fell tothe floor. THE PRICE OF AN HONOUR. 39 The apprentices had raised their heads, ex-pecting that one of them would be sent to seewho had knocked, but I was too much grievedabout the accident to have thoughts for anythingelse; little did I guess how nearly
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