Ehrenthal and his son went round the house, and saw Lenore's tall figure slowly crossing the grass-plot.

Ehrenthal threw himself into a deferential attitude, and presented his son, who bowed low.

Lenore bestowed a cool sort of salutation upon the student, and said, "If you want my father, he is up stairs in his room." "I will go to him, then.

Bernhard, you may, I am sure, remain with the young lady." Arrived in the baron's room, the trader placed some thousand dollars on the table, saying, "Here is the first sum.

And now, what does the baron wish as to the security ?" "According to our agreement, I must give you a mortgage on the property," was the reply.
"Do you know what, baron?
It would never do for you to grant a fresh mortgage for every thousand dollars that I might happen to pay in; it would be very expensive, and would bring the property into disrepute.
Rather have a deed of mortgage drawn up for some considerable sum, say twenty thousand dollars, and let it stand in the name of the baroness; you will then have a security that you may sell any day.