"I will take the commode and toilette," said Consuelo, who sought to take care of her means. "The rest I will not ask you for. I am not particular, and beg you to give me only what I ask for."
Swartz shook his head with astonishment, almost with contempt; he did not reply, however, and when he had rejoined his worthy wife, said:
"She is not a bad person, I mean the new prisoner, but she is poor; we will not make much from her."
"How much do you wish her to spend?" said the wife, shrugging her shoulders. "She is not a great lady, but an actress, they tell me."
"An actress!" said Swartz. "Well, I am glad for our son Gotlieb's sake."
"Fie on you," said Vrau Swartz, with a frown. "Do you wish to make him a rope-dancer?"
"You do not understand, wife. He will be a preacher. I will never give it up, for he is of the wood of which they are made, and has studied. As he must preach, and as he has as yet shown no great eloquence, this actress will give him lessons in declamation."
"That is not a bad idea, if she will not charge her lessons against our bills."
"Be easy, then; she has no sense," said Swartz, snickering and rubbing his hands.