"Lips, man--Philipp! I have found my mother again, and now my father too.

Wait, wait! I'll speak to the lieutenant, he must take my place, and you and I will ride to Lier; there you will tell me the whole story.

Holy Virgin! thanks, a thousand thanks! I shall see my father again, my father!" It was past midnight, but the schoolmates were still sitting over their wine in a private room in the Lion at Lier.

The Eletto had not grown weary of questioning, and Count Philipp willingly answered.
Ulrich now knew what death the doctor had met, and that his father had gone to Antwerp and lived there as an armorer for twelve years.

The Jew's dumb wife had died of grief on the journey, but Ruth was living with the old man and kept house for him.