“Oh, his Excellency will do me justice.”
“Perhaps you will find his justice rather too much for you.” And with this consoling remark, the orderly went to seek his master.
Rosette meanwhile had been listening to the conversation, and secretly rejoicing that an opportunity for which he had been watching had arrived. “What’s the matter, Master Isaac? Have you parted with all your coffee?” he asked, in a sympathizing voice, when Ben Zoof was gone.
“Ah! yes, indeed,” groaned Hakkabut, “and now I require some for my own use. In my little black hole I cannot live without my coffee.”
“Of course you cannot,” agreed the professor.
“And don’t you think the governor ought to let me have it?”
“No doubt.”
“Oh, I must have coffee,” said the Jew again.
“Certainly,” the professor assented. “Coffee is nutritious; it warms the blood. How much do you want?”
“A pound. A pound will last me for a long time.”