"What is the secret?"
"Not so fast! You may wait a long while before I tell you."
"If you don't I——"
"Don't kick up a row. Give me the keys, and come along with me, and the five-and-twenty florins are yours. All you have to do is, to watch the house, and, in case of danger, to come to my assistance."
"But twenty-five florins! Rascal, you know you'll have a hundred, and you offer me but twenty-five!"
"But who is it that enters the house? Who got the keys? Twenty-five florins is a deal of money—it is the price of two young oxen."
"Will you give me fifty florins?"
"Impossible!" said the Jew. "The keys alone cost me no less than ten."
"Impossible? Very well. Oh! I am quite satisfied. I'll go to the election, and you may go to——"
"Give me the keys!" cried the Jew. "I'll find another man."