"Wonderful! he will make his own tea!" exclaimed Ehrenthal, who was in his room drawing on his boots.

"He is going to make the tea!" cried the cook in the kitchen, clapping her hands in amazement.
On their way, Anton said to Fink, "It is very kind of you, Fritz, to come; Bernhard will be delighted." "One must make sacrifices," replied Fink.

"I have taken the liberty to eat my supper beforehand, for I have a horror of Jewish cookery.

But the handsomest girl in town is worth a little effort.

I saw her lately at a concert--a gorgeous figure, and such eyes! The old usurer, her father, has never seen such diamonds pass through his hands." "We are invited to see Bernhard," replied Anton, somewhat reproachfully.
"And we shall certainly see his sister too," said Fink.
"I hope not," thought Anton.
Bernhard's room was wonderfully adorned for their reception, and he himself was a most pleasant host.