Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann

Some six months later Consul Buddenbrook returned with his bride from Italy. The March snows lay in Broad Street as the carriage drove up at five o'clock before the front door of their simple painted facade. A few children and grown folk had stopped to watch the homecoming pair descend. Frau Antonie Grünlich stood proudly in the doorway, behind her the two servant-maids, with white caps, bare arms, and thick striped skirts -- she had engaged them beforehand for her sister-in-law. Flushed with pleasure and industry, she ran impetuously down the steps; Gerda and Thomas climbed out of the trunk-laden carriage wrapped in their furs; and she drew them into the house in her embrace.

"Here you are! You lucky people, to have travelled so far in the world. ‘Knowest thou the house? High-pillared are its walls! ' Gerda, you are more beautiful than ever; here, I must kiss you -- no, so, on the mouth. How are you, Tom, old fellow? -- yes, I must kiss you too. Marcus says everything has gone well here. Mother is waiting for you at home, but you can first just make yourselves comfortable. Will you have some tea? Or a bath? Everything is ready -- you won't complain. Jacobs did his best -- and I have done all I could, too."