Aaron the Jew: A Novel. Farjeon Benjamin Leopold

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      Mr. Whimpole had not disclosed the purpose of his visit, but he had already made it clear that he was not graciously disposed towards the Jew. Aaron was quite aware of this, but the only effect it had upon him was to render him exceedingly affable. Perhaps he scented a bargain, and was aware that mental irritation would interfere with the calm exercise of his judgment in a matter of buying and selling.

      "May I inquire," he said, pointing to the word "churchwarden" on the card, "whether this is your business or profession?"

      "I am a corn-chandler," said Mr. Whimpole.

      "Churchwarden, my dear," said Aaron, addressing his wife in a pleasant tone, "and corn-chandler."

      For the life of him Mr. Whimpole could not have explained to the satisfaction of persons not directly interested, why he was angry at the reception he was meeting. That Aaron Cohen was not the kind of man he had expected to meet would not have been accepted as a sufficient reason.

      "I am not mistaken," said Mr. Whimpole, with a flush of resentment, "in believing you to be a Jew?"

      "You are not mistaken," replied Aaron, with exceeding urbanity. "I am a Jew. If I were not proud of the fact, it would be folly to attempt to disguise it, for at least one feature in my face would betray me."

      "It would," said Mr. Whimpole, dealing a blow which had the effect of causing Aaron to lean back in his chair, and laugh gently to himself for fully thirty seconds.

      "When you have quite finished," said Mr. Whimpole, coldly, "we will proceed."

      "Excuse me," said Aaron, drawing a deep breath of enjoyment. "I beg you will not consider me wanting in politeness, but I have the instincts of my race, and I never waste the smallest trifle, not even a joke." A little tuft of hair which ran down the centre of Mr. Whimpole's head-the right and left banks of which were devoid of verdure-quivered in sympathy with the proprietor's astonishment. That a man should make a joke out of that which was generally considered to be a reproach and a humiliation was, indeed, matter for amazement; nay, in this instance for indignation, for in Aaron Cohen's laughter he, Mr. Whimpole himself, was made to occupy a ridiculous place. "We are loth," continued Aaron, "to waste even the thinnest joke. We are at once, my dear sir, both thrifty and liberal."

      "We!" exclaimed Mr. Whimpole, in hot repudiation.

      "We Jews I mean. No person in the world could possibly mistake you for one of the chosen."

      "I should hope not. The idea is too absurd."

      "Make your mind easy, sir; you would not pass muster in a synagogue without exciting remark. Yes, we are both thrifty and liberal, wasting nothing, and in the free spending of our money seeing that we get good value for it. That is not a reproach, nor is it a reproach that we thoroughly enjoy an agreeable thing when we get it for nothing. There are so many things in life to vex us that the opportunity of a good laugh should never be neglected. Proceed, my dear sir, proceed; you were saying that you believed you were not mistaken in taking me for a Jew."

      "Is it your intention," asked Mr. Whimpole, coming now straight to the point, "to reside in Gosport?"

      "If I am permitted," replied Aaron, meekly. "We have not always been allowed to select our place of residence. I am thankful that we live in an enlightened age and in a free country."

      "I hear, Mr. Cohen, that you have purchased the lease of this house."

      "It is true, sir. The purchase money has been paid, and the lease is mine."

      "It has twenty-seven years to run."

      "Twenty-seven years and three months. Who can tell where we shall be, and how we shall be situated, at the end of that time?"

      Mr. Whimpole waved the contemplation aside.

      "You gave a hundred pounds for the lease."

      "The precise sum; your information is correct."

      "I had some intention, Mr. Cohen, of buying it myself."

      "Indeed! Why did you not do so?"

      "There were reasons. Not pecuniary, I beg to say. I delayed too long, and you stepped in before me."

      "A case of the early bird catching the worm," Aaron observed, with a smile.

      "If it gratifies you to put it that way. I have, therefore, no option but to purchase the lease of you."

      "Mr. Whimpole," said Aaron, after a slight pause, "I am agreeable to sell you the lease."

      "I thought as much." And Mr. Whimpole disposed himself comfortably in his chair.

      Rachel's eyes dilated in surprise. Their settlement in Gosport had not been made in haste, and all arrangements for commencing the business were made. She could not understand her husband's willingness to give up the house.

      "I do not expect you to take what you gave for it," said Mr. Whimpole. "I am prepared to give you a profit; and," he added, jocosely, "you will not be backward in accepting it."

      "Not at all backward. You speak like a man of sense."

      "How much do you ask for your bargain? How much, Mr. Cohen? Don't open your mouth too wide."

      "If you will permit me," said Aaron, and he proceeded to pencil down a calculation. "It is not an undesirable house, Mr. Whimpole."

      "No, no; I don't say it is."

      "It is compact and convenient."

      "Fairly so, fairly so."

      "I will accept," said Aaron, having finished his calculation, "five hundred pounds."

      "You cannot be in earnest!" gasped Mr. Whimpole, his breath fairly taken away.

      "I am quite in earnest. Are you aware what it is you would buy of me?"

      "Of course I am aware; the lease of this house."

      "Not that alone. You would buy my hopes for the next twenty-seven years; for I declare to you there is not to my knowledge in all England a spot in which I so desire to pass my days as in this peaceful town; and there is not in all Gosport a house in which I believe I shall be so happy as in this. You see, you propose to purchase of me something more than a parchment lease."

      "But the-the things you mention are of no value to me."

      "I do not say they are. I am speaking from my point of view, as men generally do. It is a failing we all have, Mr. Whimpole. There is no reason why we should bandy words. I am not anxious to sell the lease. Wait till it is in the market."

      "A most unhealthy situation," observed Mr. Whimpole.

      "It concerns ourselves, and we are contented."

      "I cannot imagine a more unpleasant, not to say obnoxious, view."

      "The view of the churchyard? The spot has already acquired an inestimable value in my eyes. God rest the souls of those who lie in it! The contemplation of the peaceful ground will serve to remind me of the vanity of life, and will be a constant warning to me to be fair and straightforward in my dealings. The warning may be needed, for in the business I intend to carry on, there are-I do not deny it-many dangerous temptations."

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