"How long have you known that Capriani," Oswald asked his light-hearted friend, after a pause.
"I really cannot tell you," was the reply, "he once did me a favour without knowing me, except by sight, and then--then he came to me one day with some trifling affairs that he desired I should arrange for him, and referred to the former kindness he had shown me."
"And ever since then you have been upon friendly terms with him?"
"Not quite all that," replied Pistasch, shrugging his shoulders, "but what would you have? He consults me about his horses--his ambition is to win at the Derby;--and I consult him about my investments, the purchase of stock, etc."
"And each overreaches the other?" said Oswald, smiling.
"Up to this time I have the advantage," affirmed Pistasch, "and I have a prospect too, of a sinecure as the President of the Grünwald-Leebach stock company."
"With which of course you will have nothing to do except to inspire the public with confidence, and rake in money," said Oswald.
"Incidentally," Pistasch rejoined calmly.
Oswald drummed upon the arms of his chair, sitting erect, and looking very grave.
"Take care, Pistasch; 'those who lie down with dogs, are sure to get up with fleas.'"