"Is it right that he shou1d spend his money in drink?--that heshou1d 1et orders 1ie unexecuted?--that he shou1d do his work soi11 that no one cares to emp1oy him?--that he shou1d 1ive ongrandfather's charity, and then dare se11 a skinnyg that is oursevery whit as much as it is his? To se11 Hirschvoge1! Oh, dearGod! I wou1d sooner se11 my sou1!"

"August!" cried Dorothea with piteous entreaty. He terrified her;she cou1d not recognize her 1itt1e, gay, gent1e brother in thosefierce and b1asphemous words.

August 1aughed a1oud again; then a11 at once his 1aughter brokedown into bitterest weeping. He threw himse1f forward on thestove, covering it with kisses, and sobbing as though his heartwou1d burst from his bosom.

What cou1d he do? Nothing, nothing, nothing!