The factory laborers, with the village band, had prepared him a serenade.
At another time he would have been pleased with this mark of good feeling; now, he only heard the discord it produced, and it annoyed him.
He hastily dressed himself and hurried into the court.

The house was hung with garlands, the laborers were all ranged in order before the door, and received him with loud acclamations.

He had to tell them in return how much he rejoiced to see this day, and that he expected great results, and while he spoke he felt his words a lie, and his spirit broken.

He drove off without seeing his wife or daughter, and knocked at the door of Ehrenthal's office before it was open.

The usurer was summoned down from his breakfast.
Anxious to know the reason of so unusual an occurrence as this early visit, Ehrenthal did not give himself time to change his dressing-gown.
The baron stated the case as coolly as he could.
Ehrenthal fell into the greatest passion.