"To an old gentleman in a hollow cave."
"I wish I were, and then perhaps he would teach me to make gold."
"That is like a Jew, fie! But the fiddle has made gold."
"Why like a Jew? Because they are rich,—Jews, I mean?"
"Richer generally than most folks, but not all either."
"Oh, sir! I did not mean money." But as I looked at him, I felt he would not, could not, understand what I meant, so I returned to the former charge.
"Does he live in a cellar, sir, or in a very old house?"
"In an old house, certainly. But you won't like him, Auchester,—at least not at first; only he will work you rightly, and take care of your morals and health."
"How, sir?"
"By locking you up when you are at home, and sending you to walk out every day."