"Do not permit him to come nearer, gracious lord, and do not speak with him. He is a bad man, and interferes with everybody."
The lord of Kamionka waved the frantic Jankiel aside.
"Let him speak if he has any business with me. Why should I not speak with him?"
Saying this, he looked with evident curiosity at the youthful face of the intruder.
"The gracious lord does not know me," began the young man.
"And why should the gracious lord know such a good-for-nothing fellow?" interrupted Jankiel. But the lord of Kamiorika bade him be silent.
"I have seen you, gracious lord, at my grandfather's, Saul, whose son, Raphael, buys your corn."
"So you are Saul's grandson?"
"Yes, gracious lord, I am his grandson."
"And the son of Raphael Ezofowich?"