"True love embraces all these,--submission, self-sacrifice, the entire self."
"It is not every one who can love truly; so be upon your guard that you are not intentionally or unintentionally deceived."
"Reassure yourself, mother, and spare me your misgivings," said Johannes with unusual sternness, again turning to his newspaper, while he listened to every rustle outside the door of the room.
The Staatsräthin brought from a cupboard a delicate little coffee-mill and began to grind some fresh coffee. The clock struck half-past eight.
"It is easy to see that the young lady has not been used to a regular household," the Staatsräthin could not forbear observing.
"I only see that she is worn out after the fatigue of yesterday."
"No one who is accustomed to early rising ever sleeps so late in the morning."
"It is impossible to rise early when one works all night long."
"It is a bad custom for the head of a household!"
"Mother," said Johannes, starting up, "I should be downright unhappy if I did not know how kind-hearted you really are."