Heinrich was quite sure that his suspicions were correct.
"A vampire!" exclaimed Heinrich, retreating a pace, and involuntarily putting himself upon his guard.
Karl recounted all the tricks he had played to his friend Heinrich, who begged to be allowed to bear him company the following night.
Some people said that old Johann Heinrich never slept, for no matter what hour of the night one passed his lonely little house, a lamp was always burning.
Lilith shuddered when she saw it, stained as it was with the wine Heinrich had spilt over it, and almost believed herself the midnight companion of a vampire after all, visiting with him the terrible corpse in which he lived all day.
As it would not do for an earnest student like Heinrich to be away from his work very often, he had not asked to accompany Lottchen this time. And indeed Karl himself, a little anxious about the result of the scarecrow, greatly preferred going alone.