"Pst," said Frau Rosner with a glance towards the door, which was ajar, and through which, now that Anna had finished her song, came the muffled sound of George's piano-playing. Josef answered his mother's glance with a deprecatory wave of his hand. "Papa says I ought to work. As though I hadn't already proved that I can work." He saw two pairs of questioning eyes turned towards him. "Yes of course I proved it, and if it had only depended on me I'd have managed to get along all right. But I haven't got the temperament to put up with things, I'm not the kind to let myself be bullied by any chief if I happen to come in a quarter of an hour late--or anything like that." "We know all about that," interrupted Herr Rosner wearily. "But after all, as we're already on the subject, you really must start looking round for something." "Look round ... good ..." answered Josef. "But no one will persuade me to go into any business run by a Jew. It would make me the laughing-stock of all my acquaintances ... of my whole set in fact." "Your set ..." said Frau Rosner. "What is your set? Café cronies?" "Well if you don't mind, now that we are on the subject," said Josef--"it's connected with that gulden-note, too. I've got an appointment at the café now with young Jalaudek. I'd have preferred to have told you when the thing had gone quite through ... but I see now that I'd better show my hand straight away. Well, Jalaudek is the son of Councillor Jalaudek the celebrated paper-merchant. And old Jalaudek is well-known as a very influential personage in the party ... very intimate with the publisher of the _Christliche Volksbote_: his name is Zelltinkel. And they're looking out on the _Volksbote_ for young men with good manners--Christians of course, for the advertisement business. And so I've got an appointment to-day with Jalaudek at the café, because he promised me his governor would recommend me to Zelltinkel. That would be ripping ... it would get me out of my mess. Then it wouldn't be long before I was earning a hundred or a hundred and fifty gulders a month." "O dear!" sighed old Rosner. The bell rang outside. Rosner looked up. "That must be young Doctor Stauber," said Frau Rosner and cast an anxious glance at the door, through which the sound of George's piano-playing came in even softer tones than before. "Well, mamma, what's the matter?" said Josef. Frau Rosner took out her purse and with a sigh gave her son a silver gulden. "Much obliged," said Josef and turned to go. "Josef," cried Herr Rosner, "it's really rather rude--at the very minute when we have a visitor----" "Oh thank you, but I mustn't have all the treats." There was a knock, Doctor Berthold Stauber came in. "I apologise profusely, Herr Doctor," said Josef, "I'm just going out." "Not at all," replied Doctor Stauber coldly, and Josef vanished.