When Liebold enters his figures in the great book, and admires their fair caligraphical procession, he silently smiles with delight.

Look at him; he is doing so now." Liebold, much embarrassed, pulled up his shirt collar.
"Then there is our friend Baumann, who secretly longs for another calling.

A short time ago he brought me a report of the horrors of heathenism on the African coast, and said, 'I must go, Wohlfart; the time is come.' 'Who will attend to the calculations ?' asked I; 'and what will become of the department which you and Balbus keep so entirely in your own hands ?' 'Ay, indeed,' cried Baumann, 'I had not thought of that; I must put it off a little longer.'" The whole party looked smilingly at Baumann, who said, as if to himself, "It was not right of me." "As for the tyrant Pix, I will only say that there are many hours in which he is not quite clear as to whether the concern is his or Mr.
Schroeter's." All laughed.

Mr.Pix thrust his hand into his breast, like Napoleon.
"You are an unfair advocate," said Fink; "you enlist private feelings." "You did the same," replied Anton.

"And now I will soon dispose of you.
About half a year ago, this Yankee went to our principal and said, 'I wish no longer to be a volunteer, but a regular member of your house.' Why was this?
Of course, only for the sake of a certain number of dollars." Again all smiled and looked kindly at Fink, for it was well known that he had said on that occasion, "I wish for a regular share of employment, I wish for the responsibility attached to it, and I thoroughly like my work." "And then," continued Anton, triumphantly, "he shares all the weak sentimentalities he so condemns.