Rosalie ran to the piano to try and remember the air Fink had sung; her mother was full of his praises, and her father, spite of his temporary annihilation, was enchanted with the visit of the rich young heir, and kept repeating that he must be worth more than a million.

Even Bernhard's ingenuous spirit was captivated by his manner and brilliant rattle.

True, he had occasionally felt an uncomfortable misgiving, as though Fink might be making fun of them all; but he was too inexperienced to feel sure of it, and soothed himself by thinking that it was only the way of all men of the world.
Anton alone was dissatisfied with his friend, and he told him so as they walked home.
"Why, you sat there like a stock," replied Fink; "I entertained the good people, and what more would you have?
Change yourself into a mouse, creep into the decked-out room, and hear how they are singing my praises.

What more can be wanted than that our behavior to people should be what they themselves find pleasant ?" "I think," said Anton, "that our aim should rather be to behave in a manner worthy of ourselves.

You went on like a frivolous nobleman who meant to ask a loan from old Ehrenthal on the morrow." "I choose to be frivolous," cried Fink; "and perhaps I may want a loan from the Ehrenthal house.