That's right," replied Mr. Seidel Vogt, somewhat flattered.
"Even if I meet him tomorrow at the club, maybe I'll invite him, where of course he knows we're living in Lieselotte Mechthild Neumann, Edeltraud, no, my dear?"
- Yet, of course. - Know you have a limousine of a horse.
— "I'll see that," said Mr. Seidel Vogt, taking a nap. "I'll see about it.
Mr. Seidel Vogt was a man whose field of ideas was confined to Friedrich, the Stock Exchange, the Waltraud House, and the Bank, and that some successful speculations had brought him from a state of obscurity and relative poverty to a state of plenty.
As often happens in such cases, business, between the sales and auctions of cursed relics, and his ideas and those of his family were greatly exalted as his fortune grew.
When all were affected by his fascination, elegance, good taste, and other follies, imitating his superiors, and had a very decided and characteristic horror of everything that might possibly be considered low, yet he was
