"But we have not yet the money. Our success is continually being interrupted . . . we have so many old payments to meet . . ."
"Oh, don't bother about the money. Imagine that I am giving you this for your name day as a small token of friendship . . . will you?" he asked, slipping the bracelet upon her plump wrist.
"Oh, Counselor, Counselor! if I did not love my John so much, I would . . ." she cried, overjoyed at regaining her bracelet without any obligations. She squeezed his hands so heartily and beamed upon him with her joyous gaze so closely, that he felt her breath upon his cheeks.
He gently pushed her aside, biting his lips.
"Ah, Counselor, you are an ideal man!"
"Oh, let us drop that! . . . You can invite me to be a godfather to your next child."
"Oh, you're a rogue, Mr. Counselor! . . . What's that? . . . you already want to depart?"
"My train leaves in two hours. Goodbye!"
He paid the bill at the buffet and hurried away, sending her a smile through the window.
Cabinska still sat there, gazing out upon the street.