"I like your look," said he.
Cosmo could not return the compliment.

In fact, now he looked closely at him for the first time, he felt a kind of repugnance to him, mingled with a strange feeling of doubt whether a man or a woman stood before him.
"What is your name ?" he continued.
"Cosmo von Wehrstahl." "Ah, ah! I thought as much.

I see your father in you.

I knew your father very well, young sir.

I dare say in some odd corners of my house, you might find some old things with his crest and cipher upon them still.
Well, I like you: you shall have the mirror at the fourth part of what I asked for it; but upon one condition." "What is that ?" said Cosmo; for, although the price was still a great deal for him to give, he could just manage it; and the desire to possess the mirror had increased to an altogether unaccountable degree, since it had seemed beyond his reach.
"That if you should ever want to get rid of it again, you will let me have the first offer." "Certainly," replied Cosmo, with a smile; adding, "a moderate condition indeed." "On your honour ?" insisted the seller.
"On my honour," said the buyer; and the bargain was concluded.
"I will carry it home for you," said the old man, as Cosmo took it in his hands.
"No, no; I will carry it myself," said he; for he had a peculiar dislike to revealing his residence to any one, and more especially to this person, to whom he felt every moment a greater antipathy.