"Farewell, dear mother.

I can't bear it here any longer.
In half an hour I shall turn my back on this good city." "Go then--just as you choose--Or is the young lady taking you in tow?
Nobleman's son and nobleman's daughter! Like to like--Yet, no; there has been nothing between you.

Her heart is good, but I should wish you another wife than that Popish Everyday-different." "So Henrica has told you--" "She has just gone.

Dear me-she has her relatives outside; and we--it's hard to divide a plum into twelve pieces.

I said farewell to her cheerfully; but you, Georg, you--" "I shall take her out of the city, and then--you won't blame me for it--then I shall make my way through to the Beggars." "The Beggars! That's a different matter, that's right.