"H'm!" thought Csanta, "I have given him too much; perhaps five gulden would have been sufficient." Aloud, he said:
"I made a mistake. Give me that note back; I will give you another." And he gave him a bank-note of the value of five gulden.
Spitzhase thanked him warmly, and kissed his hand.
"H'm! this is really a good fellow—quite after my heart. Give me back those five gulden; here is another note. I made a mistake." And he handed him a note of fifty gulden.
Spitzhase kissed both his hands, and showered blessings upon him. Csanta was now convinced that he had made this man his friend for life.
"If I had brought the silver to-morrow, I should have got more," he said, reflectively.
"No, you may believe me, to-day was the right moment; to-morrow silver will fall two per cent."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, I am acquainted with the weather on the stock-exchange."
"You are? Then why don't you speculate if you know so well the ins and outs?"