er luncheon she would go back to bed; and late in the afternoon her
visitors came in, not merely women but all sorts of young men. It often
happened that Daniel did not even know the names of the people. He would
withdraw to the room Eleanore had formerly occupied, and from which he
could hear laughter and loud talk resounding through the hall.

By evening Dorothea was tired. She would sit in the rocking chair and
read the newspaper, or the _Wiener Mode_, generally not in the best of
humour.

Daniel confidently believed that all this would change for the better as
soon as the child had been born; he believed that the feeling of a
mother and the duties of a mother would have a broadening and subduing
effect on her.

Late in the autumn Dorothea gave birth to a boy, who was baptised
Gottfried. She could not do enough by way of showing her affection for
the child; her transports were expressed in the most childish terms; her
display of tenderness was almost excessive.

For six days she nursed the child herself. Then the novelty wore off,
friends told her it would ruin her shape to keep it up, and she quit.
"It makes you stout," she said to Philippina, "and cow's milk is just as
good, if not better."

Philippina opened her mouth and eyes as wide as she could when she saw
Dorothea standing before the mirror, stripped to the hips, studying the
symmetry of her body with a seriousness that no one had ever noticed in
her before.

Dorothea became coldly indifferent toward her child; it seemed that she
had entirely forgotten that she was a mother. The baby slept in the room
with Philippina and Agnes, both of whom cared for it. Its mother was
otherwise engaged.

As if to make up for lost time and to indemnify herself for the
suffering and general inconvenience to which she had been put in the
last few months, Dorothea rushed with mad greediness into new pleasures
and strange diversions. Soon however she found herself embarrassed from
a lack of funds. Daniel told her, kindly but firmly, that the salaries
he was drawing as organist and teacher were just barely enough to keep
the house going, and that he was curtailing his own personal needs as
much as possible so that there would be no cause to discontinue or
diminish the home comforts they had latterly been enjoying. "We are not
peasants," he said, "and that we are not living from the mercy of chance
is a flaw in me rather than in my favour."

"You old pinch-penny!" said Do