What fault is it of mine that I buy the property?
I but redeem my money." "Cursed be every dollar that you have laid out thus! Cursed be the day that this unblessed purpose entered your mind!" continued Bernhard, and he raised his hand threateningly against his father.
"What is this!" cried Ehrenthal, springing up; "what evil thoughts have taken hold of my son's heart, that he should thus speak to his father?
What I have done, have I not done it for thee, not for myself--not for my old days?
I always thought of thee, and of how thou shouldst be a different man to thy father.

I should have the labor and the anxiety, and thou shouldst go from the castle to the garden, book in hand, and back to the castle again, and move to and fro as thou wouldst.

The bailiff should take off his cap, and the servants their hats, and they should all say, 'That is our young master, he who walks yonder.'" "Yes," cried Bernhard, "this is your love: you want to make me partaker in an unrighteous deed.

You are mistaken, father.

Never will I go out of the castle into the garden, book in hand; rather will I, a poor beggar, beg my bread on the public road, than set my foot on an estate that has been gained by sin." "Bernhard," cried the old man, wringing his hands in his turn, "thou castest a stone on thy father's heart, and its weight sinks him to the earth." "And you ruin your son," cried Bernhard, in uncontrolled passion.