ige of self-respect never has anything to do with music except on
holidays and when the day's work is done. No, no, you can't impress me
with your music. You're not quite sane! And if you think that you are
going to get any money out of me, you are making the mistake of your
life. It is to laugh. If a man wants money from me, he has to come to me
at least with a decent hair-cut and show me at least a little respect.
He can't come running up like a kid on the street who says: 'Mumma, gif
me a shent; I want to buy some tandy.' No, no, son, you can't get
anything out of me that way."

The smile that appeared on Daniel's face filled Jason Philip with mortal
terror. He stopped his talk with incriminating suddenness. He decided to
hold in and to promise Daniel a small payment. He hoped that by handing
over a few hundred marks he could assure himself the desired peace of
mind.

But Daniel never felt so certain of himself in his life. He thought of
the hardships he had had to endure, and his heart seemed as if it were
on fire. At the same time he was ashamed of this man and disgusted with
him.

He said quietly and firmly: "I must have three thousand seven hundred
marks by ten o'clock to-morrow morning. It is a question of saving an
honourable and upright family from ruin. If this sum is handed over to
me promptly, I will waive all rights to the balance that is due me, in
writing. The receipt will be filled out ready for delivery in my house.
If the money is not in my hands by the stipulated time, we will meet
each other in another place and in the presence of people who will
impress you."

He turned to go.

Jason Philip's mouth opened wide, and he pressed his fist to the hole
made thereby. "Three thousand seven hundred marks?" he roared. "The man
is crazy. Completely crazy is the man. Man, man, you're crazy," he cried
in order to get Daniel to stop. "Are you crazy, man? Do you want to ruin
me? Don't you hear, you damned man?"

Daniel looked at Jason Philip with a shudder. The door to the adjoining
room sprang open, and Theresa rushed in. Her face was ashen pale; there
were just two little round red spots on her cheek bones. "You are going
to get that money, Daniel," she howled hysterically, "or I am going to
jump into the Pegnitz, I'll jump into the Pegnitz and drown myself."

"Woman, you ..." he gnashed his teeth, and seized her by the shoulder.

She sank down on a chair, and, seizing her hair, continued: "He is
ever