“You agreed in the beginning to take him, so it’s up to you to keep your promise.”
“Well, I ain’t going to keep him. And when I want to turn him out I’ll do so.”
“Perhaps there’s a way to get rid of him now,” said the old man after a moment’s thought, “and make a little money into the bargain.”
“If you’ll show me how, I’ll stand a drink.”
“Order the drinks, the affair’s settled.”
“Sure?
“Sure.”
The old man got up and took a seat opposite Barberin. A strange thing, as he rose, I saw his sheepskin move. It was lifted up, and I wondered if he had another dog under his arm.
What were they going to do with me? My heart beat against my side, I could not take my eyes off the old man.
“You won’t let this child eat any more of your bread unless somebody pays for it, that’s it, isn’t it?”