She was an Augspurger by birth--only daughter of the deceased Engelkraut, clerk of the Lutheran Council--and she lived in the Fuggery, in a roomy mansion which was probably bigger than many drawing-rooms are. She was by no means portionless, for she lived by her own work, not on other people's, as penisoned court-ladies'-maids do. She had all the newest fashions in bonnets and other headgear in her hands earlier than the richest ladies of the neighbourhood, albeit in such miniature editions that not even a duck could have got them on; and she erected edifices for the female head at a few days' notice, on a large scale, after these miniature sketches and small-scale plans of them. All that Siebenkæs did during his long wait was to depose on oath (more than once) that it was the devil who invented _seeking_, and his grandmother who devised _waiting_. At length, while it was still pretty early, came, not the bride, but a night post from Augspurg, with an epistle from the Schulrath to say that he and the lady "could not possibly arrive before Tuesday. She was still busy at her wedding-clothes, and he in the libraries of the ex-Jesuits, and of Privy Councillor Zopf, and (among the antiquities) at the city gates." Siebenkæs's butterfly-proboscis, however, found plenty of open honey cells in every blue thistle blossom of his fate; he could now, on this idle Monday, make a final application of the arm file and agate burnisher to his room, brush out the dust and the writing-sand with the feather of a quill from his table, rout out the accumulations of bits of paper and other rubbish from behind the mirror, wash, with unspeakable labour, the white porcelain inkstand into a more dazzling whiteness, and bring the butter-boat and the coffee-pot into a more advanced and prominent position (drawing them up in rank and file on the cupboard), and polish the brass nails on the grandfather's leather arm-chair till they shone again. This new temple-purification of his chamber he undertook merely by way of something to do; for a scholar considers the mere _arranging_ of his books and papers to _be_ a purification as of the temple, at least so maintained the parish advocate, saying further, "orderliness is, properly defined, nothing but a happy knack which people acquire of putting a thing for twenty years in the _old_ place, let that place be where it will." Not only was he tenant of a pleasant room, but also of a long red dining-table, which he had hired and placed beside a commoner one; also of some high-backed arm-chairs: moreover the landlords or proprietors of the furniture and of the lodgings (who all lived in the house) had all been invited by him to dinner on this his play Monday, which was an excellent arrangement, inasmuch as--most of the people of the house being working-men--their play Monday and his fell together; for it was only the landlord who was anything superior, and he was a wig-maker.