are--so as not thereby to deprive any fellowman of something--rather
than laboriously to draw them to the surface with an ulterior motive.
"This heart has already shed them, but in secret, for Kabel was my
friend," he said, and looked around.

He noticed with pleasure that all were sitting there as dry as wooden
corks; at this special moment crocodiles, stags, elephants, witches,
ravens[10] could have wept more easily than the heirs, so disturbed
and enraged were they by Glanz. Flachs was the only one who had a
secret inspiration. He hastily summoned to his mind Kabel's charities
and the mean clothes and gray hair of the women who formed his
congregation at the early-service, Lazarus with his dogs, and his own
long coffin, and also the beheading of various people, Werther's
Sorrows, a small battlefield, and himself--how pitifully here in the
days of his youth he was struggling and tormenting himself over the
clause of the will--just three more jerks of the pump-handle and he
would have his water and the house.

"O Kabel, my Kabel!" continued Glanz, almost weeping for joy at the
prospect of the approaching tears of sorrow. "When once beside your
loving heart covered with earth my heart too shall mol--"

"I believe, honored gentlemen," said Flachs mournfully, arising and
looking around, his eyes brimming over, "I am weeping." After which he
sat down again and let them flow more cheerfully; he had feathered his
nest. Under the eyes of the other heirs he had snatched away the
prize-house from Glanz, who now extremely regretted his exertions,
since he had quite uselessly talked away half of his appetite. The
emotion of Flachs was placed on record and the house in Dog Street was
adjudged to him for good and all. The Burgomaster was heartily glad to