The storm raging in Dagon's breast ceased on a sudden.
"What business can he offer me?" asked the banker, with a voice now calmed completely.
"He will tell this himself, but first he must see thee."
"Well, let him come to me."
"He thinks that Thou shouldst go to him. He, as is known to thee, is a member of the chief council of Tyre."
"He will perish before I go to him," cried the banker, enraged a second time.
The guest drew an armchair to the couch, and slapped Dagon's thigh.
"Dagon," said he, "have sense."
"Why have I not sense, and why dost thou, Rabsun, not say to me worthiness?"
"Dagon, be not foolish!" answered the guest. "If Thou wilt not go to him and he will not come to thee, how will ye do business?"