"But, sir, I cannot think of permitting you to be the loser by this transaction. I really must insist upon you accepting the purchase money."
"Senor, it is impossible for me to do so," very gravely replied Don
Filipo.
"But, my dear sir, pray reflect. You have actually disbursed a large sum of money in the purchase of this boy. I do but offer you your own. I pray you accept it."
"It is impossible, senor," very, very gravely replied the Spaniard.
And at that moment Judge Merlin caught the eye of Ishmael fixed upon him with an anxious gaze. This gaze caused Judge Merlin to glance up at the face of his interlocutor.
The countenance of Don Filipo had assumed a severe and haughty aspect, although his words and tones were still courteous and gentle, as he repeated:
"It is impossible, senor."
And then Judge Merlin seemed to understand that to continue to press money upon this proud old Castilian nobleman would be simply to insult him.
With a deep bow, he said:
"I yield the point to you, Senor Don Filipo. And must remain your debtor for this great favor."