“Tonighdt you vill be in de garden mit de vizier’s daughter.”
Allison’s face flushed with mingled fear and anger.
“What do you mean by that, you scoundrel?” he exclaimed.
“Davit knows!” chuckled the Jew, wagging his head. “Six time—sefen time—you meet mit Maie vhen no one knows bud Davit. Tonighdt you go again. She iss very lofely—very beaudiful! Ah, yes. Bud do nod fear. Davit vill say nodding—if he iss vell pait.”
“Well paid? So you intend to rob me, also, do you?”
“I am true man, Excellency. Your fadder should know; de vizier should know; bud Davit vill forget efferyt’ing if he hass a hundert fillibees.”
“A hundred fillibees! I haven’t so much.”
“Fifty, den. Fifty fillibees iss so small for so big a secret!”
“Very well; tomorrow you shall have them,” said Allison.
“Bud, most Excellency, suppose I shouldt remember tonighdt, ant your fadder ant de vizier shouldt know vot Davit knows? I cannod forget de secret unless I haf de fifty golden fillibees. I vouldt try, Excellency; I vouldt try hard; bud I could nod—could nod forget.”