“Now, look here, young man,” said Abraham, without the “A,” “are we to be friends or enemies?”
“Friends, of course,” said the young nobleman, scowling.
“Then, look here: I must have perfect openness. Just show me that this is something genuine—something worth waiting for, and I’ll wait—of course, for a consideration.”
He waited for some response to his words, but none was forthcoming.
“I’m not going to be treated like this!” exclaimed the visitor, with mock anger. “I’ll soon—”
“There, there—stop, and I’ll tell you all about it. It is worth waiting for.”
His lordship stopped short again, and his by no means intellectual countenance displayed strongly the shame and humiliation he felt.
“Well?” said the Jew.
“It’s about a marriage—a matrimonial affair.”
The Jew looked at him as if he would read his every thought.