The congratulations of his numerous acquaintance pleased him, and he felt it a prop to his self-respect, which it often needed.

A week later, Ehrenthal came on his way to the neighboring village to offer his congratulations too, and just as he was making his final bow he said, "You had once a notion, baron, of setting up a beet-root-sugar factory.

I find that a company is about to be formed to build one in your neighborhood.

I have been asked to take shares, but first of all I thought I would ascertain your views." This intelligence was very unwelcome; for though, after much deliberation and consultation, he had resolved, for the present, to postpone the project, the baron did not like it to be hopelessly interfered with by a rival factory.
In a tone of vexation, he exclaimed, "Just now, when I have, for a time, that capital to dispose of!" "Baron," said Ehrenthal, heartily, "you are a rich man, and much respected.

Give out that you mean to set up a factory yourself and the company will be dispersed in a few days." "You know I can not do so at present," said the baron, reluctantly.
"You can, gracious sir, if you choose.