Frau Brohl made a fresh sacrifice, giving Marker his position in business again after six months.

He had hardly the courage to come home with new plans, but used to steal in quietly like a shadow on the wall, sit down at table with a heart-breaking sigh, sulked with the women, and often was heard talking to himself in this fashion: "This is no sort of life.

If women hold the cards, stupidity is trumps.

The woman in the kitchen, the man in business," and so on.

Finally the thing happened which Frau Brohl had foreseen with anxiety--Marker came with a new project, for which he wanted fifty thousand thalers.