r daughter some manners. The wench is going to end up in jail; that's
what I prophesy."

Philippina made a wry face. Jason Philip, however, was little inclined
to play the role of an avenging power: he had something new on the
string; his face was beaming.

"I met Hornbusch," he said, turning to Theresa, "you know him, firm of
Hornbusch heirs, bloody rich they are, and the man tells me that young
Jordan has embezzled some money from the Prudentia and left the country.
I went at once to the Prudentia, and Zittel told me the whole story,
just as I had heard it. It is almost four thousand marks! Jordan has
been requested to make good the deficit; but he hasn't a penny to his
name and is in a mighty tight place, for Diruf is threatening to send
him to jail. You know, Diruf is hard-boiled in matters of this kind.
What do you think of that?"

Theresa wrapped her hands in her apron, and looked at Jason Philip out
of the corner of her eye. She guessed at once the cause of his joy, and
hung her head in silence.

Jason Philip smirked to himself. Leaning up against the Dutch tiles of
the stove, he began to whistle in a happy-go-lucky mood. It was the
"Marseillaise." He whistled it partly out of forgetfulness and partly
from force of habit.

He had not noticed how Philippina had listened to every syllable that
fell from his lips; how she was holding her breath; that her features
were lighted up from within by a terrible flame of fire. He did notice,
however, that she got up at the close of his remarks and left the room
with rustling steps.

Five minutes later she was standing before Jordan's house. She sent a
small boy in with the request that Fraeulein Eleanore come down at once.
The boy came back, and said that Fraeulein Eleanore was not at home. She
took her position by the front gate, and waited.

XI

Driven by the torment of her soul, Eleanore had gone to Martha Ruebsam's
only to hear that her father had been there three hours earlier. From
the confused and embarrassed conduct of her friend she learned that her
father had made a request of Judge Ruebsam, and a fruitless one at that.

Then she stood for a while on one of the leading streets, and stared in
bewilderment at the throngs of people surging by. It was all so cruelly
real.

She thought of whom she might go to next. A wave of purple flashed
across her face as she thought of Eberhard. Involuntarily she made a
passionate, d