that night behind the door. He had really become something great, although
his name ended in “sen,”-for it was Thorwaldsen.
And the three other children-the children of good birth, of money, and of
intellectual pride,-well, they were respected and honored in the world, for
they had been well provided for by birth and position, and they had no
cause to reproach themselves with what they had thought and spoken on
that evening long ago, for, after all, it was mere ”children’s prattle.”
