It was like him! No one else would have been capable of it.
She could live a long time on his three gold florins, if Cyriax abandoned her; yet the unexpected wealth burned in her hand and perplexed her.

Did Lienhard no longer know that she would not accept money from him?
Had she robbed herself of the certainty that beautified existence; had she failed to show him her superiority to other vagrant girls?
Yet no! What he gave her was more, far more, than even a prince bestowed upon an ordinary mendicant.

He must measure her by a special standard.

If he had only given her the gold with a kind word, not flung it silently into her lap.

This half destroyed her pleasure in the present, and the ample supply of money clouded her already disturbed peace of mind still more.