He was angry, and Elise was seriously distressed, for she had begun to like Jacobi, and had hoped for so much from his connexion with the children.
"It won't do, it won't do," grumbled Judge Frank.

"There shall very soon be an end to this! A pretty story indeed! I shall tell him--I, if he----But, my sweet friend, you yourself are to blame in this affair; you should concern yourself a little about him; you are so _fiere_ and distant to him; and what amusement do you provide for him here of an evening?
The little quarrels between Mrs.Gunilla and Munter cannot be particularly amusing to him, especially when he is always out-talked by them.

It would be a thousand times better for the young man if you would allow him to read aloud to you; yes, if it were romances, or whatever in the world you would.

You should stimulate his talent for music; it would give yourself pleasure, and between whiles you could talk a little sound reason with him, instead of disputing about things which neither he nor you understand! If you had only begun in that way at first, he would perhaps never have been such a swashbuckler as he is, and now to get order and good manners back into the house one must have scenes.

I'll not allow such goings on!--he shall hear about it to-morrow morning! I'll give that pretty youth something which he shall remember!" "Ah!" said Elise, "don't be too severe, Ernst! Jacobi is good; and if you talk seriously yet kindly to him, I am persuaded it will have the best effect." Judge Frank made no reply, but walked up and down the room in very ill humour.
"Would you like to hear some news of your neighbour the pasquinade-writer ?" asked Assessor Munter, who just then entered with a dark countenance.