'What, do you think is the value of this agreement?'
'Perhaps the legal value is not great, but it has some value for your father-in-law, and he…well, he is a rich man!'
He blew on the signature, folded up the paper, and asked with a shade of irony: 'Well, and the Count?'
'Oh, he is pacified.'
'He will want more pacifying presently, when his creditors become annoying. I wish you a pleasant night, sir.'
No sooner had the squire left the room, than Mateus, the footman, appeared, as if the ground had produced him. He helped the Jew into his coat.
'Did you buy the estate, sir?'
'Why shouldn't I? It's not the first, nor will it be the last.'
He gave the footman three roubles. Mateus bowed to the ground and offered to call his sledge.
'Oh no, thank you,' said the Jew, 'I have left my own sledge in Warsaw, and I am not anxious to parade this wretched conveyance.'