"Suppose they should catch you and find money upon you?"
"In the first place the money might be mine; then the Countess may have made me a present of it."
"But they take everything that used to belong to her."
"They know that I never had anything, and they will not search me. You will give that money."
Lehman still hesitated.
"I may have misfortunes on account of you, but it must not be said that I did not help some one in misfortune."
He opened the safe, took out a bag, and began to count money on the table. Zaklika breathed again and wiped the perspiration from his forehead; then he sat thoughtful, leant on his elbows, and fell asleep from fatigue.
When Lehman had finished counting, he turned to him, and perceived that he had fallen asleep; only then did he understand what the silent man had suffered if at that moment he could sleep so soundly.
He went quietly to another room, and there he waited till Zaklika should awaken. He wished him to do so as soon as possible; for notwithstanding the pity he had for the man, he was afraid to have him in the house.
Zaklika, who had fallen asleep from fatigue, but in whom the soul was vigilant, woke up soon, and, almost frightened, jumped from his place. He rubbed his eyes; he was ashamed to appear so feeble.