It was, indeed, a smiling, dilettante sort of envy; but yet there it was: the passion of Ahab for the vineyard, done in little; and he was relieved when Mr.Killian appeared upon the scene.
'I hope, sir, that you have slept well under my plain roof,' said the old farmer.
'I am admiring this sweet spot that you are privileged to dwell in,' replied Otto, evading the inquiry.
'It is rustic,' returned Mr.Gottesheim, looking around him with complacency, 'a very rustic corner; and some of the land to the west is most excellent fat land, excellent deep soil.

You should see my wheat in the ten-acre field.

There is not a farm in Grunewald, no, nor many in Gerolstein, to match the River Farm.

Some sixty--I keep thinking when I sow--some sixty, and some seventy, and some an hundredfold; and my own place, six score! But that, sir, is partly the farming.' 'And the stream has fish ?' asked Otto.
'A fish-pond,' said the farmer.

'Ay, it is a pleasant bit.