It is horrible! horrible!" He threw himself back on the pillows and wrung his hands.
Ehrenthal moved restlessly on his seat: "Speak not of matters that you do not understand.

Business is for the day; when I come to you in the evenings, then you are not to trouble yourself about my occupations.

I will not have you lift up your hands, and cry 'Horrible!'" "Father!" exclaimed Bernhard, "if you would not see me die with shame and sorrow, you will give up your plan." "Give up!" cried Ehrenthal, indignantly.

"How can I give up my gold?
How can I give up the estate about which I have taken thought night and day?
How can I give up the greatest stroke of business I have yet carried on?
You are a disobedient child, and do grieve me for nothing.

What fault of mine was it that I gave the baron my money?
He would have it so.