The young man looked suspiciously on all sides, and then drew from under his coat an object enveloped in a silk handkerchief, and handed it to Amschel.
"Here, Jew, and now away with you!"
Moses Amschel would have unfolded the handkerchief, to look at its contents.
"Scoundrel! do you think I cheat you? In three months."
He took a step to depart, but again returned.
"To America, to New York! Not to London, d'ye hear?"
"I know."
At the top of his speed, as he had come, the stranger departed. Moses Amschel unrolled the handkerchief, glanced at its contents, again carefully wrapped it up, and stole swiftly and cautiously to the park-door, which he hastily unlocked, and as hastily relocked behind him. But, as he turned to regain the carriage, his movements were arrested by the iron arm of Geigenfritz, who rose, like an apparition, from a ditch at his side.
"How you frighten me!—I am not going to run away."