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Updated: June 29, 2025
Gertrude had called in vain for Daniel; in vain had she waited for him the whole day. “Where in the world can Daniel be?” cried Philippina, “where can Daniel be with his damned Eleanore?” She sat in the corner with her hands folded, her hair tangled and knotted, her face distorted with the grimaces of madness. The midwife was still busy with Gertrude; the new-born child was crying pitifully.
Benjamin Dorn replied that that was not an impossible wish, suggesting at the same time in his best brand of juvenile roguishness that there was a certain solemn ceremony that he would not think of celebrating without having a vehicle such as she had described. Philippina giggled, and said: “Oi, oi, you’re all right.” Whereupon Benjamin Dorn, grinning with embarrassment, looked down.
And when Dorothea was present she studied her too: she cast fleeting, searching, unassured glances at them—at Daniel and at Dorothea. Daniel and Dorothea were married on a sunny day in December. For the past fortnight, Philippina and Agnes had been living at Frau Hadebusch’s.
There was an inimitable urging, a reaching aloft, and a painful sinking-back in the piece he was playing and in the way he was playing it. Gertrude went on up without making the slightest bit of noise. It was dark, but she found her way by feeling along with her hands. After a half-hour had gone by, Philippina began to wonder where Gertrude was.
Daniel did not become aware of this until now; the Baron’s troubles, whatever they were, had not occurred to him during the past weeks; he was sorry for having neglected him so. When he came home Eleanore was suffering from premature birth pains. Philippina greeted him with the words: “There is going to be an increase in the family, Daniel.” Whereat she burst out in a coarse laugh.
Eleanore moved back up with her father, and Daniel took his old room next to the dining room. There was all of a sudden so much space; he was surprised that the going of a single person could make such a vast difference. Eleanore spent the whole day with little Agnes until Philippina came and relieved her. She also did her work close to Agnes.
One time she confessed that she had not been in the theatre, as Daniel had supposed, but at the house of a certain Frau Bäumler, a good friend of Edmund Hahn. They had been gambling: she had won sixty marks. She looked at the door as if in fear, took out her purse, and showed Philippina three gold pieces. Philippina had to swear that she would not give Dorothea away.
Daniel gazed at her questioningly. “What is the matter with Agnes?” he asked after a while. “The child seems to try to avoid me.” “You’ll find out what’s the matter with her,” said Philippina spitefully, and placed the pan on the stove again. “She don’t swallow people whole.” Daniel left the kitchen. “He is going over to see his bastard, the damned scoundrel,” murmured Philippina.
He was often so hungry that he would sneak into the delicatessen shop, and buy himself ten pfennigs’ worth of real food. “I will make inquiry as to the reason for his going,” murmured Jordan, “but I hardly believe that I will be able to move him one way or the other.” “Well, you go out and take a little walk; git a bit of fresh air,” commanded Philippina; “I’ve got to straighten up your room.
One day at the beginning of spring he said to Philippina: “I am going away for a long time. Watch the child, and don’t let the old man upstairs suffer for anything. I will send you the money to keep up the house on the first day of each month, and you will be held responsible for everything that takes place. Moreover; I want to pay you a set wage: I will give you five talers a month.
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