"And now let us have a chat.

Are you knowing in horses ?" "No," said Anton.
"Are you a sportsman ?" "Not that either." "Are you musical ?" "Very slightly so," said Anton.
"Why, what specialities have you, then, in Heaven's name ?" "Few in your sense of the word," answered Anton, indignantly.

"I can love those who please me, and can, I believe, be a true friend; I can also resent insolence." "Very well," said Fink, "I am quite aware of that.

I know there is plenty of spirit in you.

Now let me hear what fate has hurled you into this dreary tread-mill, where all must at last go dusty and resigned, like Liebold, or, at best, punctual and precise, like Jordan." "It was a kind fate, after all," replied Anton, and began to tell the story of his life.
Fink kept nodding approvingly, and then said, "After all, the greatest difference between us is that you remember your mother, and I do not mine.