原文 (英語)

POSTSCRIPT. At this point my granddaughter Bianca came in to see me. Three days before she had been betrothed to young Karl Winckler, a descendant of the notary Anselmus. As I had fallen asleep over my writing she read through undisturbed the book that had fallen from my hands onto the floor. And so the secret was betrayed, for of course she told the story to her lover. She expressed her thankfulness that the elixir was out of the world, but asserted impertinently, that if a dr