He knew nothing of this ridiculous affair; and, if any one be to blame, it is I, and the babbling fools who have spread the story.

Don't torment yourself, Anton; since it annoys you, we will soon set it all to rights." "I shall go once more," declared Anton, "to Frau von Baldereck, and tell her that I can no longer attend the dancing-parties." "As you like," said Fink.

"At all events, you have learned to dance, and to hold your hat like a gentleman." Before dinner, the merchant said to his sister, "You were right, Wohlfart had nothing to do with it; it was all Fink's invention." "I knew it," cried Sabine, drawing out her needle vehemently.
Anton worked hard all day, said little, and, when evening came, went up stairs to dress, like a man whose mind is made up.
If Fink could have seen into his heart, he would have been shocked at the sorrow there.

It was not alone wounded self-love, mortification, shame, but the anguish of bidding farewell to Lenore.

As it was, "I say," cried he, "I have a notion that you take this nonsense a great deal too tragically.