Money is not happiness in itself, but it
can bring happiness."

"A very remarkable fact how free and easy young people are with other
people's money! but they object to earning it themselves! Once for all,
however, I am resolved to do nothing for the husband of Annele of the
'Lion,' whose affection is only to be bought with money."

"And if your nephew dies?"

"Then he will, probably, be buried."

"And what is to become of the children?"

"No one can tell what becomes of children."

"Did your nephew ever offend you in any way?"

"I don't know why he should."

"What can you, then, do better with your money than--"

"When I find that I require a guardian, I will apply to Herr Pilgrim."

"Herr Lenz, you are a vast deal too clever for me."

"You do me much honour," said Petrowitsch, kicking off his slippers.

"I have done all I could, at all events," rejoined Pilgrim.

"And at a cheap rate; words cost little--how much a bushel? for I
should like to buy some."

"This is the first and last time I ask you anything."

"And this is the first and last time I refuse you anything."

"Good morning, Herr Lenz."

"The same to you, Herr Pilgrim."

Pilgrim turned round once more at the door. His face was red, and his
eyes flashed, as he said, "Herr Lenz, do you know what you are doing?"

"I have hitherto always known pretty well what I was doing."

"You are, in fact, turning me out of your house."

"Really!" said Petrowitsch, with a sneer. He, however, cast down his
eyes when he saw the expression of Pilgrim's face--half rage, half
sorrow.

Pilgrim resumed: "Herr Lenz, I submit to a good deal from you. Of all
the men, far and near, who have seen trees and hedges growing, where
sticks are to be had, not one can come forward and say that those who
offended Pilgrim ever yet did so with impunity. You may do so, and do
you know why? Because I allow myself to be maltreated for the sake of
my friend. Alas! it is all I can do for him. I don't say one angry word
to you--not one. You shall never have it in your power to say, 'Pilgrim
behaved so rudely to me, that it prevents my doing anything for his
dear friend Lenz.' For my friend's sake I submit to your insults. You
may tell every one you turned me out of doors."

"I shall not gain much credit by that."

Pilgrim drew a deep breath, his lips quivered, and he left the room in
silence.

Petrowitsch looked after him, with pretty much the same satisfied air
that a fo