A coolness had sprung up between him and his former legal adviser; he shrunk from disclosing to him his never-ceasing embarrassments, and had been offended by Horn's well-meant warnings.

He had often, therefore, applied for advice to other lawyers.
Itzig, in the tenderness of his heart, had rushed out of the office as soon as he beheld the baron's horses, but now he put in his head again.
"How was he ?" he inquired from Ehrenthal.
"How should he be ?" answered Ehrenthal, ungraciously; "he was in a great taking, and I had good cause to be angry.

I have buried my gold in his property, and I have as many cares about that property as I have hairs on my head--all because I followed your advice." "If you think that the ancestral inheritance of the baron is to come swimming toward you like a fish with the stream, and that you have only to reach out your hand and take it, I am sorry for you," replied Itzig, spitefully.
"What am I doing with the factory ?" cried Ehrenthal.

"The land would have been worth twice as much to me without the chimney." "When once you have got the chimney you can sell the bricks," was Itzig's ironical rejoinder.

"I wanted to tell you that I expect a visit to-morrow from an acquaintance out of my own district; I can not, therefore, come to the office." "You have this last year gone after your own affairs so often," rudely replied Ehrenthal, "that I don't care how long you remain away." "Do you know what you have just said ?" Veitel broke out.