"Here you are! God be with you! Greet my uncle for me, and tell him I have much to do, that I want for nothing, and send my good wishes, and a happy journey to you!"
Abraham put the petition in his pocket, crying over it like a child.
"Mr. Matyi" accompanied his protégé to the next room, thence he trusted him to find his way out.
While the Jew was struggling with the door-handle, back came "Mr. Matyi," red with rage, seized Abraham by the collar of his mantle, and with the other thrust the pear under his nose, asking angrily: "What do you mean by leaving this on my table?"
Abraham took it as a jest.
"Well now, I have only brought you some pears as usual."
"But the ducats?"
"They were for the gracious favour which the young gentleman has been so kind as to show me."
"I have shown you no kind of favour. You wanted justice and you have obtained it. Take back your gold!"
"Why should I take it back? Hasn't the young gentleman deserved it for all his trouble? Did he not get the dot put on the 'i'?"