"God grant that this may be for your good!" said David, and he climbed into the shabby cabriolet and drove away with a feeling of dread clutching at his heart; he had terrible presentiments of the fate awaiting Lucien in Paris.
De David freet den Här: "Gitt mäi Häerz, gitt an der Nuecht; An de Feier probéieren ech, an Dir wäert net meng Schicksal fannen "(17; 3).