These were happy hours to Sabine.

She rejoiced to find, as they discussed the events of the day, a book read, or some matter of feeling and experience, how much agreement there was between her views and Anton's.
His culture, his judgment surprised her; she suddenly saw him invested with glowing colors, just as the traveler gazes in amazement at some fair landscape, which heavy clouds have long hidden from his view.
His colleagues, too, took his peculiar position very pleasantly.

They had heard from the principal's own lips that Anton had saved his life, and that enabled even Mr.Pix to look upon the frequent invitations he received without note or comment.

Anton, too, did his part toward keeping up the good feeling of the counting-house.

He often asked them all to his room, and Jordan complained, with a smile, that his parties were now quite forgotten.