The stranger rose, and his shadow on the opposite neighbor’s balcony rose also; the stranger turned round and the shadow also turned round.  Yes! if anyone had paid particular attention to it, they would have seen, quite distinctly, that the shadow went in through the half-open balcony-door of their opposite neighbor, just as the stranger went into his own room, and let the long curtain fall down after him.

Next morning, the learned man went out to drink coffee and read the newspapers.

“What is that?” said he, as he came out into the sunshine.  “I have no shadow!  So then, it has actually gone last night, and not come again.  It is really tiresome!”

This annoyed him:  not so much because the shadow was gone, but because he knew there was a story about a man without a shadow.* It was known to everybody at home, in the cold lands; and if the learned man now came there and told his story, they would say that he was imitating it, and that he had no need to do.  He would, therefore, not talk about it at all; and that was wisely thought.

Peter Schlemihl, the shadowless man.

In the evening he went out again on the balcony.  He had placed the light directly behind him, for he knew that the shadow would always have its master for a screen, but he could not entice it.  He made himself little; he made himself great:  but no shadow came again.  He said, “Hem! hem!” but it was of no use.

It was vexatious; but in the warm lands everything grows so quickly; and after the lapse of eight days he observed, to his great joy, that a new shadow came in the sunshine.  In the course of three weeks he had a very fair shadow, which, when he set out for his home in the northern lands, grew more and more in the journey, so that at last it was so long and so large, that it was more than sufficient.

The learned man then came home, and he wrote books about what was true in the world, and about what was good and what was beautiful; and there passed days and years—­yes! many years passed away.

One evening, as he was sitting in his room, there was a gentle knocking at the door.

“Come in!” said he; but no one came in; so he opened the door, and there stood before him such an extremely lean man, that he felt quite strange.  As to the rest, the man was very finely dressed—­he must be a gentleman.

“Whom have I the honor of speaking?” asked the learned man.

“Yes!  I thought as much,” said the fine man.  “I thought you would not know me.  I have got so much body.  I have even got flesh and clothes.  You certainly never thought of seeing me so well off.  Do you not know your old shadow?  You certainly thought I should never more return.  Things have gone on well with me since I was last with you.  I have, in all respects, become very well off.  Shall I purchase my freedom from service?  If so, I can do it”; and then he rattled a whole bunch of valuable seals that hung to his watch, and he stuck his hand in the thick gold chain he wore around his neck—­nay! how all his fingers glittered with diamond rings; and then all were pure gems.