The baron sold the estate to his niece Katharina.

You, Herr Surveyor, must have seen the baron, when the land was surveyed around the Nameless Castle for the mad count ?" The surveyor, who was seated beside the doctor, was a clever man in his profession, but little given to conversation.

When he did open his lips, he rarely got beyond: "I--say--what was it, now, I was going to say ?" As no one seemed willing to-day to wait until he could remember what he wanted to remark, the doctor, who was never at a loss for words, continued: "The Baroness Katharina paid one hundred thousand florins for the estate, with all its prerogatives--" "That's quite a handsome sum," observed the vice-palatine.

"And, what is handsomer, it is said the new proprietress intends to take up a permanent residence here.

Is not that the report, Herr Justice?
You ought to know." The justice had an odd habit, while speaking, of rubbing together the palms of his hands, as if he were rolling little dumplings between them.
"Yes--yes," he replied, beginning his dumpling-rolling; "that is quite true.