“The miracle is to take place in the Harmony Society,” said Jason Philip, by way of confirming Philippina’s remark, with an expression of enigmatic malevolence. “There is to be a public rehearsal on Thursday, and there is nothing on earth that can keep me away. The music dealer, Zierfuss, has given me two tickets, and if you want to, why, you can come along and see how they make a local hero out of a plain loafer.”
“I?” responded Theresa, in a tone of contemptuous amazement, “not one step will I take. What have I got to do with your imbecile concerts?”
“But these gentlemen are going to be disillusioned, terribly so,” continued Jason Philip in a threatening tone. “There is still a certain amount of common sense left, just as there are means of proceeding against a common, ordinary swindler.”
Philippina raised her head in the mood of a person who has come to a sudden decision: “C’n I go ’long, Pop?” she asked, her ears as red as fire.
It was more than a request. Jason Philip was startled at the intractable expression on the girl’s face. “Sure,” he said, avoiding as well as he could the mute opposition on the part of Theresa, “but take a whistle along so that you can make cat calls.”
He sank back with a comfortable sigh on his chair, and stretched out his legs. Philippina knelt down and took off his boots. He then put on his slippers. Each of them bore a motto embroidered in red. On the left one were the words “For tired father”; on the right one, “Consolation.”
IX
Eleanore had not told her father why she had left her position with Alfons Diruf. Nor did Jordan ask her why when he learned that she did not wish to speak about it. He suspected that there was some disagreeable incident back of it, and if he maintained a strict silence it was because he feared his own wrath and grief.
She soon found another position. A schoolmate and good friend of hers, Martha Degen, the daughter of the pastry-baker, had married Herr Rübsam, a notary public and an old man to boot. Eleanore visited the Rübsams occasionally, as did also her father; and in the course of conversation it came out that Herr Rübsam needed an assistant copyist. Since it was then impossible to give Eleanore a desk in the office, she was allowed to do all her work at home.