"His manners are at least not repulsive, and I have always found him obliging.

How do you do, Mr.Ehrenthal; what brings you here ?" Mr.Ehrenthal was a portly man in the prime of life, with a face too yellow, fat, and cunning to be considered exactly handsome.

He wore gaiters, and a large diamond breast-pin, and advanced with a series of low bows toward the baron.
"Your servant, good sir," said he, with a deferential smile; "although no business matters lead me here, I must sometimes crave permission to look round your farm, it is such a treat and refreshment to me; all your live-stock is so sleek and well-fed, and the barns and stables in such perfect order.

The very sparrows look better off here than elsewhere.

To a man of business, who is often obliged to see things going to wrack and ruin, it is a delight, indeed, to contemplate an estate like yours." "You are so complimentary, Mr.Ehrenthal, that I can but believe you have some weighty business on hand.