The young traveller was awakened from his profound slumber by the discordant braying of the asses grouped under the windows of the hotel. He had forgotten the events of the past evening, and threw an astonished glance around the luxurious apartment. He who had for so long a time been accustomed to sleep in miserable lodgings now awoke in a pleasant room, and saw a simple but abundant breakfast spread out on the table beside him.
The Jew returned from a sea-bath, prepared to do it honour.
"Is it then very late?" murmured the Pole, rising from the bed.
"No, not very late. I arose early to enjoy the freshness of the morning. Have you slept well?"
"I know not."
"How is that?"
"I fell like a piece of lead. I rise as I fell without having stirred, without having moved even. I have slept the sleep of the dead."
"And how do you feel at present?"
"Strong as Hercules, thanks to you."
"Ah, bah! thanks to youth. Does your head ache still?"