He took all possible pains not to retract or qualify his eulogiums and good wishes; but even this toast fell flat--a certain painful excitement seemed to prevail at the head of the table.
After dinner they all stood round in groups, drinking their coffee; and bold spirits--Mr.Pix, for instance, ventured upon a cigar as well.
Meanwhile, Anton roamed through the suite of rooms, looking at the paintings on the walls, turning over albums, and fighting off ennui as well as he could.

In this way he reached the end room, and stopped there in amazement.

Sabine stood before him, tears falling from her eyes.

She was sobbing silently, her slender form shaken by the conflict within, but yet she was trying to repress her grief with an energy that only made it the more touching.
As Anton, filled with deepest sympathy, turned to go, she looked round, composed herself, passed her handkerchief over her eyes, and said kindly, "Take care, Mr.Wohlfart, that the foolhardiness of your friend leads you into no fresh danger.

My brother would be very sorry that your intercourse with him should prove an injury to you." "Miss Sabine," replied Anton, looking reverentially at her, "Fink is as noble as he is reckless.