‘You have asked for me!  I am here!’

Her face was colourless, and her voice seemed to issue from between a tightened cord.  She stood with her left foot a little in advance, and her whole body heaving and quivering:  her arms folded and pressed hard below her bosom:  her eyes dilated to a strong blue:  her mouth ashy white.  A strange lustre, as of suppressed internal fire, flickered over her.

’My name ’s Schwartz Thier, and so ‘s my nature!’ said the fellow with a grin; ’but may I never smack lips with a pretty girl again, if I harm such a young beauty as this!  Friendly dealing’s my plan o’ life.’

‘Clear out of my house, then, fellow, and here’s money for you,’ said Gottlieb, displaying a wrathfully-trembling handful of coin.

’Pish! money! forty times that wouldn’t cover my bet!  And if it did?  Shouldn’t I be disgraced? jeered at for a sheep-heart?  No, I’m no ninny, and not to be diddled.  I’ll talk to the young lady!  Silence, out there! all’s going proper’:  this to his comrades through the door.  ’So, my beautiful maiden! thus it stands:  We saw you at the window, looking like a fresh rose with a gold crown on.  Here are we poor fellows come to welcome the Kaiser.  I began to glorify you.  “Schwartz Thier!” says Henker Rothhals to me, “I’ll wager you odds you don’t have a kiss of that fine girl within twenty minutes, counting from the hand-smack!” Done! was my word, and we clapped our fists together.  Now, you see, that’s straightforward!  All I want is, not to lose my money and be made a fool of—­leaving alone that sugary mouth which makes mine water’; and he drew the back of his hand along his stubbled jaws:  ’So, come! don’t hesitate! no harm to you, my beauty, but a compliment, and Schwartz Thier’s your friend and anything else you like for ever after.  Come, time’s up, pretty well.’

Margarita leaned to her father a moment as if mortal sickness had seized her.  Then cramping her hands and feet, she said in his ear, ’Leave me to my own care; go, get the men to protect thee’; and ordered Schwartz Thier to open the door wide.

Seeing Gottlieb would not leave her, she joined her hands, and begged him.  ’The good God will protect me!  I will overmatch these men.  Look, my father! they dare not strike me in the street:  you they would fell without pity.  Go! what they dare in a house, they dare not in the street.’

Schwartz Thier had opened the door.  At sight of Margarita, the troop gave a shout.

’Now! on the doorstep, full in view, my beauteous one! that they may see what a lucky devil I am—­and have no doubts about the handing over.’

Margarita looked behind.  Gottlieb was still there, every member of him quaking like a bog under a heavy heel.  She ran to him.  ’My father!  I have a device wilt thou spoil it, and give me to this beast?  You can do nothing, nothing! protect yourself and save me!’

‘Cologne! broad day!’ muttered Gottlieb, as if the enormity had prostrated his belief in facts; and moved slowly back.