but her face had turned yellow.

"Listen, Daniel," she said in a begging, beseeching tone, "don't be so
ugly! Don't be so mean toward me! Don't be so jealous!"

The wench's infamous smile, her hair hanging down over her eyes, her big
red hands, the snow-flakes on her short cloak, the border on her fiery
red dress below her cloak, and the poison green ribbon on her hat--this
ensemble of ugliness filled Daniel with the loathing he might have
experienced had he stood face to face with the most detestable picture
he had ever seen from the world of human beings. But as he turned his
head, a feeling of sympathy came over him; he suspected that the girl
was bound to him by bonds that did not reach him until after they had
taken their course through the dark channels of some subterranean
labyrinth. What she had done filled him with dismay; but as a revelation
of character it surprised him and set him to thinking.

He went over to the washing table to put his bleeding hand in the water.
Philippina took a fresh handkerchief from the cabinet, and handed it to
him as a bandage. He looked at her with piercing eyes, and said: "What
kind of a person are you? What sort of a devil is in you, anyway? Be
careful, Jason Philip's daughter, be careful!"

Since there was a tone of kindness in these words, the muscles of
Philippina's face moved in a mysterious way. Her features were distorted
as if by a grin, and yet she was not grinning. She drew a leather purse
from her cloak pocket, opened it, and took out two one-hundred-mark
notes and a gold coin. They had been wrapped in paper. She unfolded the
paper and the notes, laid them, together with the coin, on the table,
and handed Daniel a written statement.

He read it: "I, the undersigned, Daniel Nothafft, promise to pay to
Philippina Schimmelweis two hundred and twenty marks at five per cent
interest, for value received."

"With that you c'n pay the sheriff and git yourself out of this mess,"
said Philippina, in a most urgent tone. "You can't give piano lessons on
a rolling pin, and that music box of yours is after all the tool you
make your living by. Sign that, and you will be in peace."

"Where did you get the money?" asked Daniel. "How did you ever come by
so much money? Tell me the truth." All of a sudden he remembered
Theresa's words: "All that nice money, all that nice money!"

Philippina began to chew her finger nails. "That's none of your
business," she said gruffly, "it ain