He wrapped the cloak about him, and squeezed himself up into a corner of the carriage.

A burning heat had succeeded to the chill, and his blood rushed wildly through his veins.
He had seen the fairest woman on the earth; he had experienced realities more transporting, more absorbing, than any of his favorite poet's dreams.

He could hardly answer his father's questions.

There they sat side by side, cold cunning and burning passion personified.

This excursion had been propitious to both; the father had got the long-desired hold on the Rothsattel property, the son had had an adventure which gave a new coloring to his whole existence.
On the baron's estate the factory slowly rose; in Ehrenthal's coffers the baron's casket was filled by notes of hand and the new deed of mortgage; and while Bernhard's tender frame drooped under the effects of the cold bath above described, he gave his spirit up to the intoxication of the sweetest fancies..