"An' please ye, sir, the wisdom, as well as the glory, has departed from our people," said Robin.
"I care little for the glory," observed the Doctor, who was Warden of Wadham College; "I care very little for any earthly glory: but canst tell me where the wisdom is gone—the wisdom, Jew, the wisdom! Where is that to be found?"
"Usually at the College of Wadham," replied the crafty Robin, bowing respectfully, "though sometimes it wanders abroad to enlighten England."
"Go to; you are a most cunning Isaac," said Doctor Wilkins, laughing; and at the same time throwing Robin a piece of silver, which he caught, with much dexterity, ere it touched the ground.
"This is the only unwise thing your worship ever did," continued Robin, depositing the silver safely in his leathern purse.
"How so, most cunning Jew?"
"Bestowing money—when there can be no interest thereupon."
"You have never heard, I fear," said Doctor Wilkins, who, with true Christian spirit, was ever ready to speak a word in season—"you have never heard of laying up treasures in a place where neither moth nor rust can corrupt, and where thieves cannot break through and steal?"
"I have heard some Christians speak of such a place," replied Robin, "though I did not think they believed in its existence."
"Why so?"