'Sign the agreement. Your father-in-law advises you to do so, and tells you that I shall pay the highest price.'
'Partagez!'
Again the Uhlan violently burst into the room.
'Wladek, you really must come; the Count is mortally offended, and says he will take his fiancée away.'
'Oh, confound it! Pan Hirschgold, write the agreement at once, I will be back directly.'
Unmindful of the gaiety of the dance, the Jew calmly took an inkpot, pen, and paper out of his bag, wrote a dozen lines, and sat down, waiting for the noise to subside.
A quarter of an hour later the squire returned in the best of spirits.
'Ready?' he asked cheerfully.
'Ready.'
The squire read the paper, signed, and said with a smile: