He will get over his delusion, and all may be well yet." I went downstairs, not caring to hear more.

All my sympathies, I confess, were with Mr.Engelman--though he _was_ a fat simple old man.

Mr.Keller seemed to me (here is more of the "old head on young shoulders!") to have gone from one extreme to the other.

He had begun by treating the widow with unbecoming injustice; and he was now flattering her with unreasonable partiality.
For the next few days there was tranquillity, if not happiness, in the house.

Mr.Keller wrote to his sister in Munich, inviting her to mention the earliest date at which it might suit her convenience to be present at the marriage of his son.