after a long time when he and his wife had two children, the wife’s father and mother died, and the young people kept house alone. one morning, when the husband was sitting on the table before the window, his wife brought him his coffee, and when he had poured it out into the saucer, and was just going to drink, the sun shone on it and the reflection gleamed hither and thither on the wall above, and made circles on it. then the tailor looked up and said, "yes, it would like very much to bring it to light, and cannot!" the woman said, "oh, dear husband, and what is that, then?" "what dost thou mean by that?" he answered, "i must not tell thee." but she said, "if thou lovest me, thou must tell me," and used her most affectionate words, and said that no one should ever know it, and left him no rest. then he told her how years ago, when he was travelling about seeking work and quite worn out and penniless, he had killed a jew, and that in the last agonies of death, the jew had spoken the words, "the bright sun will bring it to light." and now, the sun had just wanted to bring it to light, and had gleamed and made circles on the wall, but had not been able to do it.