At last he broke out: "My father is perhaps now distressed for money, and how am I to tell him of my debt?
It is a dreadful case.

Wohlfart, you are a good fellow for lending me the money, though this wandering Jew's report was in your head.

You must be still more accommodating, and lend me the sum for a longer time." "Until you yourself express a wish to repay it." "That is kind," cried the lieutenant; "and now do one thing more: write to my father.

You know best what this confounded man has told you, and it would be a great bore to me to have to tell a thing of the kind to papa." "But your father may well consider the interference of a stranger unwarrantable impertinence," rejoined Anton, oppressed by the idea of having to write to Lenore's father.
"My father already knows you," said Eugene, persuasively; "I remember my sister talking to me about you.

Just say that I entreated you to write.
It would really be better that you should do so." Anton consented.