One of his colleagues after the other left his own place and came to Anton's stool.

Mr.
Baumann often walked across, just to clap him on the back, and then cheerfully returned to his own corner; Mr.Specht kept knocking away at the railings which divided him from Anton, and showered down questions upon him.

Mr.Liebold left the blotting-paper several moments on the last page of the great ledger, and came over for a chat.

Even Mr.Purzel moved, with the sacred chalk in his hand, out of his partition; and, finally, Mr.Pix came into the room to confide to Anton that, for some months back, he had played no _solo partie_, and that Specht, meanwhile, had fallen into a state closely resembling insanity.
Later in the evening Anton entered the principal's apartments.

Sabine stood before him.