"Your good advice is useless, unless I know on what it is founded." "And if I tell you what I know, will you intercede for me with Mr.
Schroeter, so that he may not think about the wagons when he sees me in his counting-house ?" "I will tell him that you have behaved well in other respects.

It will be for him to decide what he will do." "You will intercede for me," said Tinkeles; "that's enough.

Things are going ill with Von Rothsattel, the father of this young man--very ill.
Misfortune's black hand is raised over him.

He is a lost man.

There is no saving him." "How do you know this ?" cried Anton, horrified.