The company retired without any courteous greetings.
On the way the doctor said, "He owes eight hundred dollars." Bolling shrugged his shoulders.

"I hope he can raise the money; but I do wish you had kept your cards in your pocket.

If the story gets about, Rothsattel will have cause to regret it.

We shall all do our best to hush it up, and I request you, Mr.Wohlfart, to do the same." Anton returned to his lodgings in the utmost excitement.

The whole evening he had sat upon thorns, and silently reproached the spendthrift.
He regretted having lent him money, and yet felt it would have been impossible to refuse.
The following morning, just as he was setting out to pay Eugene a visit, the door opened, and Eugene himself entered, out of tune, dejected, unsteady.
"A horrid piece of ill luck yesterday," cried he.