I saw in an instant that his sensitive pride had taken alarm.

However, upon reflection, he softened, thanked me, declined my kind offer, and announced--guess what! How much is my news worth?
what will you give for it?
He announced, I tell you, that in two weeks--you understand me--he will return to Vienna, where he has been promised a post in the archives of the Minister of War.

I did not dare to ask what was the salary; after all, if he is satisfied, it is not for us to be harder to please than he.

When I affirm that Count Larinski is a good, worthy man!--In two weeks! you understand me perfectly.
"My dear friend, I am enchanted to know that the water of Saint Moritz and the air of the Engadine have entirely re-established your health; but do not be imprudent.

Half-cures are fatal.