But of late they had seldom met, just often enough to give Itzig an opportunity of keeping up in some measure their old schooldays' familiarity.
"They say that you are going to the great city to learn business," added Veitel; "to be taught how to twist up paper bags and sell treacle to old women.

I am going there too, but _I_ mean to make my fortune." To this Anton replied, dryly enough, "Go, then, and make it, and do not let me detain you." "There's no need to hurry," said the other, carelessly; "I will walk on with you, if you are not ashamed of my dress." This appeal to our hero's humanity was successful, and, casting a last look at the castle, he went on his way, his unwelcome companion a foot or so behind him.

At length he turned, and inquired who the proprietor was.
Itzig displayed wonderful familiarity with the subject.

The baron, said he, had only two children, large flocks, and a clear estate.

His son was at a military school.