Do you think that in all Munich there is no one else who will do the work for three marks a thousand?
Bah! there are scores, and honest people, too, who call themselves by plain names and speak plainly! None of your counts and your grand dukes and your Lord-knows-whats! Go, you adventurer, you disturber of--why do you look at me like that?
I have always known the truth about you, and I have never been able to bear the sight of you and never shall.

You have deceived my husband, poor man, because he is not as clever as he is good-natured, but you never could deceive me, try as you would, and the Lord knows, you have tried often enough.

Pah! You good-for-nothing!" The poor Count had drawn back against the well-filled shop and had turned deadly pale as she heaped insult upon insult upon him in her incoherent and foul-mouthed anger.

As soon as she paused, exhausted by the effort to find epithets to suit her hatred of him, he went up to the counter where Fischelowitz was sitting, very much disturbed at the course events were taking.
"My dear Count," began the latter, anxious to set matters right, "pray do not pay any attention--" "I think I had better say good-bye," answered the Count in a low tone.

"We part on good terms, though you might have said a word for me just now." "He dare not!" cried Akulina.
"And as for the doll, if you will give it to me, I promise you that you shall have your fifty marks to-morrow." "Oho! He knows where to get fifty marks, now!" exclaimed Akulina, viciously.
Fischelowitz picked up the puppet, which was broken in two in the waist, so that the upper half of the body hung down by the legs, in a limp fashion, held only by the little red coat.