howled Herr Carovius. "Tempo!"

The barking of a sad dog was wafted into the room from the court below.
It was Caesar: he was on his last legs.

X

Daniel's mother had come; she had brought little Eva along.

Marian had learned of Eleanore's death through the newspaper. No one had
thought of her; no one had written to her. She had not read it in the
newspaper herself. The doctor in Eschenbach, who had subscribed to the
_Fraenkischer Herold_, had read it one morning, and had given her the
paper with considerable hesitation, calling her attention to the death
notice.

She was not present at the funeral. But she went out to the cemetery and
prayed by Eleanore's grave.

She appreciated Daniel's loss. When she met him he was precisely as she
thought he would be. She recognised her son in his great grief and mute
despair: he was nearer to her then than at any other time of his life.
She honoured his grief; she did not need to decrease it or divert it.
She was silent, just as Daniel himself was silent. All she did was to
lay her hand on his forehead occasionally. He murmured: "Mother, oh
Mother!" She replied: "Now don't! Don't think of me!"

She said to herself: "When an Eleanore dies in the full bloom of youth,
one must mourn until the soul of its own accord again grows hungry for
life."

At first Eva had tried to play with her little step-sister; but
Philippina had chased her from the room. Once she turned against the
enraged daughter of Jason Philip Schimmelweis, and said: "I'll tell my
father on you!"

"Yes? You'll tell your father? Well, tell him! Who cares?" replied
Philippina scornfully. "But who is your father? What is he? Where is he?
In Pomerania perhaps?" Whereupon she added in a sing-song voice:
"Pomerania is burnt to the ground. Fly, cockchafer, fly!"

"My father? He's in the room there," replied Eva surprised and
offended: "I am in his house, and little Agnes is my sister."

Philippina tore open her eyes and her mouth: "Your father--is in the
room--" she stammered, "and little Agnes--is your sister?" She got up,
seized Eva by the shoulders, and dragged her across the floor into the
room where Daniel and Marian were sitting. With an outburst of laughter
that sounded as though she were not quite in her right mind, and with an
expression of impudence and rage on her face, she panted forth her
indignation in the following terms: "This brat says Daniel is her father
a