"But something urges, impels me--" "There are still waters and rivers on earth," interrupted Georg, "and in the sky the fixed stars remain quiet and the planets cannot cease from wandering.

So among human beings, there are contented persons, who like their own places, and birds of passage like us.

To be sure, you needn't go to Italy to hear fine singing.

I just heard a voice, a voice--" "Where?
You make me eager." "In the court-yard of Herr Van der Werff's house." "That was his wife." "Oh, no! Her voice sounds differently." During this conversation, Captain Van der Laen had risen and examined the landlord's singular treasures.

He was now standing before a board, on which the head of an ox was sketched in charcoal, freely, boldly and with perfect fidelity to nature.
"What magnificent piece of beef is this ?" he asked the landlord.
"No less a personage than Frank Floris sketched it," replied Aquanus.
"He once came here from Brussels and called on Meister Artjen.