Then turning to Sabine, "I did not know that you extended your sympathy to this class of rogues.

I really believed that I deserved the thanks of the house for disposing of the young thief." "The poor little fellow!" said Sabine, mournfully; "his mother is calling for him; do you hear her ?" "She will get over it," rejoined Fink; "I consider it overdone to expend more feeling upon a sparrow than his own relatives do.

But I know you like to consider all around you in a tender and pathetic light." "If you have not this peculiarity yourself, why ridicule it in others ?" asked Sabine, with a quivering lip.
"Why," cried Fink, "because this eternal feeling, which here I meet with every where, expended on what does not deserve it, makes people at length weak and trivial.

He who is always getting up emotions about trifles will have none to give when a strong attachment demands them." "And he who ever looks on all around him with cold unconcern, will not he too be wanting in emotion when a strong attachment becomes a duty ?" returned Sabine, with a mournful glance.
"It would be impolite to contradict you," said Fink, shrugging his shoulders.

"At all events, it is better that a man should be too hard than too effeminate." "But just look at the people of this country," said he, after another uncomfortable pause.