"I have fallen into disgrace on your account, my son," cried he, merrily.

"His majesty has treated me all the day long with killing indifference, and the black-haired has not deigned me a single glance--good sort of people, but desperately matter of fact.

That Sabine has at bottom plenty of life and spirit, but she plagues herself about the merest trifles.

She would raise a question as to whether it was a fly's duty to scratch its head with the right leg or the left.

Why, you are on the way to be looked upon as the 'Mignon' of the counting-house, and I as your evil genius.