This very week she purchased three hundred florins' worth of lace from Messrs.

Flesz and Huber alone." To this Mr.Meyer knew not what to say.
"Don't sit staring at me there like a stuck pig!" cried Teresa, with a sudden access of temper.

"Hundreds, aye thousands, of times have I seen her sitting with a certain gentleman, in a hired carriage.

'Tis only a blockhead like yourself that can't see what all the world sees! You are a stupid dolt, made to be taken in.

I wonder it has never entered into the head of some play-writer to put you into a farce! What! a pater-familias who, when he is half-tipsy, on Sunday afternoons preaches moral sermons to daughters, who are laughing in their sleeves at him all the time, and who brags about the meerschaum pipe which the seducer of his own daughter gives him as a birthday present! Why, if I thought that you had had any idea of this abomination, I would sweep you out of this room with the very broom with which I now sweep up the fragments of your pipe." Mr.Meyer was very much upset by this language.