I hope you will at least give me a good trinkgeld.

I was commanded to deliver into your own hands this paper, for which I must have a receipt." He drew from his breast pocket a large sealed document, which he handed to Wilhelmine.

"Here is the receipt all ready, with the pencil; you have only to sign your name, and the business is finished." He stretched himself with an air of the greatest ease upon the cane chair, near the door.
Wilhelmine colored with anger at the free conduct of the royal footman, and hastened to sign the receipt to rid herself of the messenger, and to read the letter.
"What will you give me for trinkgeld, Mamselle Enke ?" asked the footman, as she gave him the receipt.
"Your own rudeness and insult," answered Wilhelmine proudly, as she turned, without saluting him, to the sitting-room.
Kretzschmar laughed aloud.

"She will play the great and proud lady," said he.

"She will get over that when in prison.