as forced to admit that his troubles were humiliating and that
the money would have to be raised. Doederlein said it amounted to fifteen
hundred marks. He was surprised himself when he mentioned the sum which
assured him a clear gain of fifty per cent. It had been a clever idea,
serving as it did to put the generosity of his future son-in-law to
test. At the bottom of his heart he felt that his action was
dishonourable, and was consequently touched when Daniel, giving this
inroad on his savings but a moment's thought, promised to send him the
money the following day.

"You make me feel ashamed of myself, Daniel, really you do. Let us bury
the hatchet! We are after all colleagues in Apollo. Or aren't we? Call
me Father, and I will call you Son! Address me with _Du_, and I will
follow your example."

Daniel gave him his hand without saying a word.

Doederlein asked about Dorothea; and when Daniel told him where she was,
he seemed quite contented. "Tell her my house and my arms are open to
her; tell her of the change in the constellation," he said softly. "We
have both done each other injustice and have both repented."

Daniel replied quite conventionally that he thought it better to leave
Dorothea with Sylvia von Auffenberg.

"As you wish, my son," said Andreas Doederlein, "I bow to the claims of
your young happiness. Now we should have a bottle of Malvoisie or
Moselle, so that I can drink to the health of my dear, unruly daughter.
Or don't you care to?"

Daniel went to send Philippina to the Golden Posthorn. But Philippina
had gone out with Agnes. He saw one of the maids from one of the other
apartments standing on the steps, and got her to run the errand. It was
a long while before she returned, and when the wine was finally poured
out, Doederlein had not time to drink: he was scheduled to give a lecture
in the conservatory at seven. He drank about half of his glass, and then
took hasty leave of Daniel, shaking his hand with unwonted fervour.

Daniel sat for a while thinking it all over. There was a knock at the
door, and old Jordan came in. "May I?" he asked.

Daniel nodded. Jordan took a seat on the chair Doederlein had been
sitting on. He looked into Daniel's face quizzically. "Is it true,
Daniel, that you are going to get married again? That you are going to
marry the Doederlein girl?"

"Yes, Father, it is true," replied Daniel. He got a fresh glass, filled
it, and pushed it over to the old man. "Drink, Fa