She is not fascinating--at least one can't get on with her as readily as with many others; but if I am to take a wife, I need one who can look after me.

Believe me, the black-haired one is the very one to do that; and now let me go; I must find out how I stand." "Speak at least to the principal in the first instance," cried Anton after him.
"First to herself," cried Fink, rushing down the stairs.
Anton paced up and down the room.

All that Fink had said in praise of Sabine was true; that he warmly felt.

He knew, too, how deep her feeling for him was, and yet he foresaw that his friend would meet with some secret obstacle or other.

Then another thing displeased him.