I have no dislike to Wilhelm, but it seems very easy to live without him.

Farewell, Father Keulitz." Ulrich withdrew from the window, until the merchant had vanished down a side street; then he again glanced into the narrow room.

Ruth was now seated at the desk, but instead of looking over the open account book, her eyes were gazing dreamily into vacancy, and the Eletto now saw her beautiful, calm, noble face.

He did not disturb her, for it seemed as if he could never weary of comparing her features with the fadeless image his memory had treasured during all the vicissitudes of life.
Never, not even in Italy, had he beheld a nobler countenance.

Philipp was right.