And the woman?
He kissed her before he slept, and women always cry.
IV—CONCERNING TWO WOMEN
Gregorio felt a little bit ashamed of himself next morning. The excitement had passed, and the full meaning of his words came back to him and made him shudder. The sun, already risen, sent shafts of light between the lips of the wooden lattice. A faint sound of life and movement stole upward from the street below. But Xantippe and the boy still slumbered, though the woman’s form shook convulsively at times, for she sobbed in her sleep.
Gregorio looked at the two for a minute and then raised himself with an oath. The woman’s heavy breathing irritated him, for, after all, he argued, it was her duty as well as his to sacrifice herself for the lad. Moreover, the Jew must be paid, and to-day was that appointed by Amos for the settling of their account. There was no money to pay it with, and they must lose their furniture, so much at least was certain. But Amos would not have the best of the bargain, thought the Greek as he looked round the room with a grin, and the certainty that he had got the better of Amos for the moment cheered his spirits. Then, too, after to-day there would be plenty to eat, for his wife could manage to earn money; nor was the man so mean in his villainy as to shirk any effort to earn money himself. After first looking at his wife critically and with a satisfied smile, he touched her on the shoulder to wake her.
“I am going out for work,” he said, as Xantippe opened her eyes.
“All right.”
“Good-bye.”
But Xantippe answered not. She turned her face to the wall wearily as Gregorio left her.