'Was I?… Josef…brother…I'll give you the cow for thirty-three roubles. Take her! let the orphan starve, so long as you, my brother, get a prime cow.'
Slimate beat a tattoo on the table.
'Am I to cheat the orphan? I won't; I'll give you thirty-five….'
'What are you doing, you fool?' his wife interrupted him.
'Yes, don't be foolish,' Grochowski supported her. 'You have entertained me so finely that I'll give you the cow for thirty-three roubles. Amen! that's my last word.'
'I won't!' shouted Slimak. 'Am I a Jew that I should be paid for hospitality?'
'Josef!' his wife said warningly.
'Go away, woman!' he cried, getting up with difficulty; 'I'll teach you to mix yourself up in my affairs.'
He suddenly fell into the embrace of the weeping Grochowski.
'Thirty-five….'