Debit and Credit. Gustav Freytag

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СКАЧАТЬ samples of different articles for sale—Polish Jews, beggars, men of business, carriers, porters, servants, etc. Anton found it difficult to concentrate his thoughts amid this endless going and coming, and to get through his work, simple as it was.

      For instance, Mr. Braun, the agent of a friendly house in Hamburgh, had just come in and taken a sample of coffee out of his pocket. While it was being submitted to the principal, the agent went on gesticulating with his gold-headed cane, and talking about a recent storm, and the damage it had done. The door creaked, and a poorly-dressed woman entered.

      "What do you want?" asked Mr. Specht.

      Then came lamentable sounds, like the peeping of a sick hen, which changed, as soon as the merchant had put his hand into his pocket, into a joyful chuckle.

      "Waves mountain-high," cried the agent.

      "God reward you a thousand-fold," chuckled the woman.

      "Comes to 550 merks, 10 shillings," said Baumann to the principal.

      And now the door was vehemently pushed open, and a stoutly-built man entered, with a bag of money under his arm, which he triumphantly deposited on the marble table, exclaiming, with the air of one doing a good action, "Here am I; and here is money!"

      Mr. Jordan rose immediately, and said, in a friendly voice, "Good-morning, Mr. Stephen; how goes the world in Wolfsburg?"

      "A dreadful hole!" groaned Mr. Braun.

      "Where?" inquired Fink.

      "Not such a bad place either," said Mr. Stephen; "but little business doing."

      "Sixty-five sacks of Cuba," returned the principal to a question of one of the clerks.

      Meanwhile, the door opened again, and this time admitted a man-servant and a Jew from Brody. The servant gave the merchant a note of invitation to a dinner-party—the Jew crept to the corner where Fink sat.

      "What brings you again, Schmeie Tinkeles?" coldly asked Fink; "I have already told you that we would have no dealings with you."

      "No dealings!" croaked the unlucky Tinkeles, in such execrable German that Anton had difficulty in understanding him. "Such wool as I bring has never been seen before in this country."

      "How much a hundred weight?" asked Fink, writing, without looking at the Jew.

      "What I have already said."

      "You are a fool," said Fink; "off with you!"

      "Alas!" screamed he of the caftan, "what language is that? 'Off with you!'—there's no dealing so."

      "What do you want for your wool?

      "41–⅔," said Tinkeles.

      "Get out!" suggested Fink.

      "Don't go on forever saying 'Get out!'" implored the Jew, in despair; "say what you will give."

      "If you ask such unreasonable prices, nothing at all," replied Fink, beginning another sheet.

      "Only say what you will give."

      "Come, then, if you speak like a rational man," answered Fink, looking at the Jew.

      "I am rational," was the low reply; "what will you give?"

      "Thirty-nine," said Fink.

      At that Schmeie Tinkeles went distracted, shook his black greasy hair, and swore by all he held holy that he could not take it under 41, whereupon Fink signified that he should be put out by one of the servants if he made so much noise. The Jew, therefore, went off in high dudgeon; soon, however, putting his head in again, and asking, "Well, then, what will you give?"

      "Thirty-nine," said Fink, watching the excitement he thus raised much as an anatomist might the galvanic convulsions of a frog. The words "thirty-nine" occasioned a fresh explosion in the mind of the Jew; he came forward, solemnly committed his soul to the deepest abyss, and declared himself the most unworthy wretch alive if he took less than 41. As he could not profit by Fink's repeated exhortations to quit, a servant was called. His appearance was so far composing, that Mr. Tinkeles now declared he could go alone, and would go alone; whereupon he stood still, and said 40–½. The agent, the provincials, and the whole counting-house watched the progress of the bargain with some curiosity; while Fink, with a certain degree of cordiality, proceeded to counsel the poor Jew to retire without further discussion, seeing that he was an utter fool, and there really was no dealing with him. Once more the Jew went out, and Fink said to the principal, who was reading a letter the while, "He'll let us have the wool if I let him have another half dollar."

      "How much is there of it?" asked the merchant.

      "Six tons," said Fink.

      "Take it," said Mr. Schröter, reading on.

      Again the door opened and shut, the chattering went on, and Anton kept wondering how they could speak of a purchase when the seller had been so decided in his refusal of their terms. Once more the door was gently pushed open, and Tinkeles, creeping behind Fink, laid his hand on his shoulder, and said, in a melancholy but confidential voice, "What will you give, then?"

      Fink turned round, and replied with a good-natured smile, "If you please to take it, Tinkeles, 39–⅓; but only on the condition that you do not speak another word, otherwise I retract the offer."

      "I am not speaking," answered the Jew. "Say 40."

      Fink made a movement of impatience, and silently pointed to the door. The wool-dealer went out once more.

      "Now for it!" said Fink.

      In a moment or two Tinkeles returned, and, with more composure of manner, brought out "39–½, if you will take it at that."

      After some appearance of uncertainty, Fink carelessly replied, "So be it, then;" at which Schmeie Tinkeles underwent an utter transformation, behaving like an amiable friend of the firm, and politely inquiring after the health of the principal.

      And so it went on; the door creaking, buyers and sellers coming and going, men talking, pens scratching, and money pouring ceaselessly in.

      The household of which Anton now formed part appeared to him to be most impressive and singular. The house itself was an irregular and ancient building, with wings, court-yards, out-houses, short stairs, mysterious passages, and deep recesses. In the front part of it were handsome apartments, occupied by the merchant's family. Mr. Schröter had only been married for a very short time, his wife and child had died within the year, and his sister was now his only near relation.

      The merchant adhered rigidly to the old customs of the firm. All the unmarried clerks formed part of the household, and dined with him punctually at one o'clock. On the day after Anton's arrival, a few minutes before that hour, he was taken to be introduced to the lady of the house, and gazed with wonder at the elegance and magnificence of the rooms through which he passed on his way to her presence.

      Sabine Schröter's pale, delicate face, crowned with hair of raven black, shone out very fair above her graceful summer attire. She seemed about Anton's own age, but she had the dignity of a matron.

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