When the roll was called, therefore, the law was passed unanimously; and that same day it was rushed through the committee and the second and third readings. Late at night, when the deputies were at last able to leave the hall, they saw Vienna illuminated for a celebration. Red and white flags waved over all the public buildings, fireworks were displayed, and until long after midnight processions marched past the Chancellor’s palace to cheer Dr. Schwertfeger and extol him as the liberator of Austria. CHAPTER II. HERR SCHNEUZEL AND HIS SON-IN-LAW The next morning--it was a Sunday--Antonius Schneuzel, member of the National Assembly, the Municipal Council, the Board of Overseers of the Poor, and the Board of Trade, appeared at the family breakfast table a good deal the worse for his zealous celebration of the victory; and immediately he sensed trouble in the air. His wife’s nose seemed longer than ever--a signal of approaching storm; the eyes of his daughter, Frau Corroni, were swollen; her husband, the young business man Alois Corroni, greeted his father-in-law with an impudent and scornful smile; and when Herr Schneuzel, worried and confused, let his little eyes rove about the table, his two grandchildren, Lintschi and Hansl, burst into a fearful howl. “Why, what in the world is the matter?” Frau Schneuzel held her arms akimbo. “What’s the matter, you idiot? Nothing’s the matter, except that you, you old fool, have helped drive your daughter and your grandchildren out of the country!” “Why, how in the world--” stammered Herr Schneuzel. But the horrible truth began to dawn upon him. Quite right,--in the course of the years he had entirely forgotten that in his early youth his son-in-law, Herr Alois Corroni, had borne the name of Sami Cohn,--that he had been able to stand on his own feet when he was received into the arms of the Church. And now he would have to get out, and with him would go the children, who were of Jewish origin! “It’s a mean trick,” Frau Corroni sobbed into her handkerchief. “What’ll I do with the children now? Perhaps you want me to emigrate to Jerusalem, you unnatural father, you?” “It really is going a little too far,” Herr Corroni now declared, emphasizing every word, “to chase a man of my sort out of the country like a mad dog. I dare say I am at least as good a Christian as a thousand others who spend all day in the barroom.--To drive out a man like me, whose children are growing up in the Christian faith!” Herr Schneuzel wanted to reply, and muttered something about a great and sacred cause, about principles that could give no consideration to individual cases. But no sooner had he begun than he felt his spouse seizing him by his thin hair; nor did she relax her grip before she had pulled out a good handful of the ever scantier foliage.