She had indeed omitted to tell him that her last speech was not merely founded on a supposition, since Fischelowitz had really been very much annoyed and had declared that he would not come home but would spend the evening with a friend of his who lived in the direction of Schwabing, one of the suburbs of Munich farthest removed from the places in which she advised Schmidt to make search.
The stout housewife disliked and even detested the Count for many reasons all good in her own eyes, among which the chief one was that she did dislike him.

She felt for him one of those strong and invincible antipathies which trivial and cunning natures often feel for very honourable and simple ones.

To the latter the Count belonged, and Akulina was a fine specimen of the former.

If the Count had been literally starving and clothed in rags, he would have been incapable of a mean thought or of a dishonest action.

Whatever his origin had been, he had that, at least, of a nobility undeniable in itself.