He shut the drawer quietly, opened the cupboard again, and carefully lifted the mortar on to the table, saying, "Oh! very well, it matters little to me, it comes all to the same thing; the mortar will have to take its departure." By covering this bell of shame with his open hand by way of a damper, he was able to take out the pestle, its clapper, without producing any ring or clang. He had been perfectly aware all the time that she would rather pawn the garment of her soul (_i. e_. her body) than the checked garment of that garment; but it was of set purpose that, like the Court of Rome, he demanded the entire hand that he might be the more likely to obtain a single finger of it--in this case the mortar--and moreover he hoped the mere frequency with which he reiterated his determination would save him the necessity of stating any reasons, and that he would familiarise Lenette with the bugbear and hobgoblin by keeping it continually before her eyes (I mean, with his design upon the mortar). Wherefore he went on to say, "The fact is, that it's very little that we have to pound in the course of a twelvemonth, except when we have a quarter of a fat beast; at the same time, just give me some idea why you're so anxious to keep the checked gown--what on earth is the use of it? The only time you can wear it will be when I depart this life. Now, Lenette, that's a terrible sort of idea; I can't stand it. Coin the dress into silver--eliminate it altogether; I'll send two pairs of mourning-buckles of mine along with it; I hope I may never have anything to buckle with them again." She stormed without bounds and preached with much wisdom against all "careless, thoughtless householders;" and this for the very reason, that she felt it was only too probable that he would soon take every article of furniture in the place (which he had been feeling and valuing, like a person buying bullocks) to the slaughter-house, and--goodness gracious! the checked dress among the rest. "I had rather starve," she cried, "than throw away that mortar for a mere song. The Schulrath is sure to be here to-morrow evening, with the money for your reviews." "Now you begin to talk sense," said he; and he carried the pestle horizontally in both his hands into the bedroom, and laid it on to Lenette's pillow--next bringing the mortar, and placing it on his own. "If people should happen to hear it ring," he said, "they would think I wanted to turn it into silver, as we were pounding nothing in it; and I shouldn't like that."