"Well, if he deceives me, so much the worse for him, the sixty thousand florins will be ours in any case." "Ah, what a prudent girl it is! She is not a feather-brain like her sisters.

She will not make a fool of her old mother.

She is, indeed, my own true girl!" thought Mrs.Meyer to herself, and she rubbed her hands for joy.
Now the iron is hot, now is the time to strike! "Ah, my daughter, romance is, no doubt, a very fine thing, but it will soon bring you to starvation if you have nothing else to depend upon.
Those poetic gentlemen love to scribble about ideals and such like rubbish, yet they themselves are always looking out for the trees on which money grows.

Why, the whole world runs after money, nothing but money, and he who has money has honour into the bargain.

A beggar may be as honourable as you like, but nobody takes any notice of him.