Yes. Buttkus; that was it. And then she told him of the miserable plight she had found the house in. The woman lay in bed delirious from fever; the landlord in desperation had resorted to the brandy bottle.
"I sent the fellow off on the spot to Münsterberg to fetch the doctor," she concluded, "and I shall stay here till he comes back, whether you think that I ought or not."
And she gave him a challenging look as if she saw herself being carried out of the place by force.
But he at once soothed her. Nothing was farther from his thoughts than to disturb her in her noble work of charity.
"One question you must answer, however," he said.
"Well?"
"An hour ago you were here?"
"Certainly I was."
"Didn't you hear your name being called?"
She seemed embarrassed, reflected a little, and then said in a decisive tone--