Debit and Credit Part 39
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"How should he be?" answered Ehrenthal, ungraciously; "he was in a great taking, and I had good cause to be angry. I have buried my gold in his property, and I have as many cares about that property as I have hairs on my head--all because I followed your advice."
"If you think that the ancestral inheritance of the baron is to come swimming toward you like a fish with the stream, and that you have only to reach out your hand and take it, I am sorry for you," replied Itzig, spitefully.
"What am I doing with the factory?" cried Ehrenthal. "The land would have been worth twice as much to me without the chimney."
"When once you have got the chimney you can sell the bricks," was Itzig's ironical rejoinder. "I wanted to tell you that I expect a visit to-morrow from an acquaintance out of my own district; I can not, therefore, come to the office."
"You have this last year gone after your own affairs so often," rudely replied Ehrenthal, "that I don't care how long you remain away."
"Do you know what you have just said?" Veitel broke out. "You have said, 'Itzig, I need you no longer; you may go;' but I shall go when it suits me, not when it suits you."
"You are a bold man," cried Ehrenthal. "I forbid you to speak thus to me. Who are you, young Itzig?"
"I am one who knows your whole business, who can ruin you if he will, and one who means kindly toward you, better than you do toward yourself; and, therefore, when I come to the office the day after to-morrow, you will say, 'Good morning, Itzig.' Do you understand me now, Mr.
Ehrenthal?" and, seizing his cap, he hurried into the street, where his suppressed wrath broke out into a flame, and, gesticulating wildly, he muttered threatening words. And so did Ehrenthal alone in the office.
The baron returned to his daughter, threw himself heavily down on the sofa, and scarcely heard her loving words. There was nothing to detain him in town but the dread of communicating this intelligence to his wife. He alternately brooded over plans for getting over the possible loss, and painted its consequences in the blackest colors.
Meanwhile Lenore sat silent at the window, looking down upon the noisy streets, with their rolling carriages and the stream of pa.s.sers-by; and while she wondered if any of these had ever felt the secret anxiety, fear, and dejection which the last few years had brought her young heart, one of the throng would now and then look up to the plate-gla.s.s windows of the stately dwelling, and, his eye resting admiringly on the beautiful girl, he perhaps envied the happy destiny of the n.o.bly born, who could thus look calmly down on those whose lot it was to toil for daily bread.
The streets grew dim, the lamps threw their dull rays into the room, Lenore watched the play of light and shade on the wall, and her sadness increased as the darkness deepened. Meanwhile two men were standing in eager conversation at the house door; the bell sounded, a heavy step was heard in the ante-room, and the servants announced Mr. Pinkus. At that name the baron rose, called for candles, and went to the next room.
The innkeeper entered, bobbing his great head, but seemed in no hurry to speak.
"What brings you here so late?" asked the baron, leaning on the table like one prepared for every thing.
"Your honor knows that the bill of exchange for the ten thousand dollars falls due to me to-morrow."
"Could you not wait till I paid you your full ten per cent. for an extension of the loan?" asked the baron, contemptuously.
"I am come," said Pinkus, "to explain that I am suddenly in want of money, and must request you to let me have the princ.i.p.al."
The baron retreated a step. This was the second blow, and it was mortal.
His face turned pale yellow, but he began with a hoa.r.s.e voice to say, "How can you make such a demand, after all that has pa.s.sed between us?
how often have you a.s.sured me that this bill of exchange was a mere form!"
"It has been so hitherto," said Pinkus; "now it comes into force. I have ten thousand dollars to pay to-morrow to a creditor of mine."
"Make arrangements with him, then," returned the baron; "I am prepared for a higher rate of interest, but not to pay off the princ.i.p.al."
"Then, baron, I am sorry to tell you that you will be proceeded against."
The baron silently turned away.
"At what hour may I return to-morrow for my money?" inquired Pinkus.
"At about this hour," replied a voice, weak and hollow as that of an old man. Pinkus bobbed again and went away.
The baron tottered back to his sitting-room, where he sank down on the sofa as if paralyzed. Lenore knelt by him, calling him by every tender name, and imploring him to speak. But he neither saw nor heard, and his heart and head beat violently. The fair, many-colored bubble that he had blown had burst now; he knew the fearful truth--he was a ruined man.
They sat till late in the evening, when his daughter persuaded him to take a gla.s.s of wine and to return home. They drove away rapidly. As the trees along the road-side flew past him, and the fresh air blew in his face, the baron's spirit revived.
A night and day were still his, and during their course he must needs find help. This was not his first difficulty, and he hoped it would not be his last. He had incurred this debt of, originally, seven thousand dollars odd, because the fellow who now dunned him had brought him the money some years ago, and entreated, almost forced him to take it at first at a very low rate of interest. For a few weeks he had let it lie idle; then he had appropriated it, and step by step his creditor had increased his demands up to a bill of exchange and a usurious rate of interest. And now the vagabond grew insolent. Was he like the rat who foresees the sinking of the s.h.i.+p, and tries to escape from it? The baron laughed so as to make Lenore shudder; why, he was not the man to fall resistless into the hands of his adversary; the next day would bring help. Ehrenthal could never leave him in the lurch.
It was night when they reached home, and the baron hurried to his own room and went to bed, knowing well, however, that sleep would not visit him that night. He heard every hour strike, and every hour his pulse beat more stormily and his anguish increased. He saw no hope of deliverance but in Ehrenthal; yet his horror of appearing before that man as a suppliant forced drops of sweat from his brow. It was morning before he lost the consciousness of his misery.
Shrill sounds awoke him. The factory laborers, with the village band, had prepared him a serenade.
At another time he would have been pleased with this mark of good feeling; now, he only heard the discord it produced, and it annoyed him.
He hastily dressed himself and hurried into the court. The house was hung with garlands, the laborers were all ranged in order before the door, and received him with loud acclamations. He had to tell them in return how much he rejoiced to see this day, and that he expected great results, and while he spoke he felt his words a lie, and his spirit broken. He drove off without seeing his wife or daughter, and knocked at the door of Ehrenthal's office before it was open. The usurer was summoned down from his breakfast.
Anxious to know the reason of so unusual an occurrence as this early visit, Ehrenthal did not give himself time to change his dressing-gown.
The baron stated the case as coolly as he could.
Ehrenthal fell into the greatest pa.s.sion. "This Pinkus," he went on repeating, "he has presumed to lend you money on a bill of exchange. How could he have so large a sum? The man has not got ten thousand dollars; he is an insignificant man, without capital."
The baron confessed that the sum was not so large originally, but this only increased Ehrenthal's excitement.
"From seven to ten," he cried, running wildly up and down till his dressing-gown flapped round him like the wings of an owl. "So he has made nearly three thousand dollars! I have always had a bad opinion of that man; now I know what he is. He is a rascal--a double dealer. He never advanced the seven thousand either; his whole shop is not worth so much."
This strong moral indignation on the part of Ehrenthal threw a ray of joy into the baron's soul. "I, too, have reason to consider Pinkus a dangerous man," said he.
But this agreement in opinion proved unlucky, diverting, as it did, Ehrenthal's anger against the baron instead. "Why do I speak of Pinkus?"
he screamed; "he has acted as a man of his stamp will act. But you--you, who are a n.o.bleman, how could you deal so with me? You have carried on money transactions with another man behind my back, and you have, in a short time, let him win three thousand dollars on a bill of exchange--a bill of exchange," continued he; "do you know what that means?"
"I wish that the debt had not been necessary," said the baron; "but as it falls due to-day, and the man will not wait, the question is how we are to pay him."
"What do you mean by _we_?" cried Ehrenthal, hastily. "You must contrive to pay; you must see where you can get money for the man you have helped to pocket three thousand dollars; you did not consult me when you gave the bill; you need not consult me as to how you are to pay it."
In the baron's soul a contest between wrath and wretchedness was going on. "Moderate your language, Mr. Ehrenthal," cried he.
"Why should I be moderate?" screamed he. "You have not been moderate, nor Pinkus either, and neither will I."
"I will call again," said the baron, "when you have regained that degree of decorum which, under all circ.u.mstances, I must beg you to observe toward me."
"If you want money from me, don't call again, baron," cried Ehrenthal.
"I have no money for you; I would rather throw my dollars in the street than pay you one other."
The baron silently retired. His wretchedness was great; he had to bear the insults of the plebeian. Next, he went round to all his acquaintances, and endured the torment of asking on all sides for money, and on all sides having it refused. He returned to his lodgings, and was considering whether it were best to try Ehrenthal again, or to attempt to postpone the payment of the bill by offering usurious interest, when, to his surprise, a strange figure, that he had only seen once or twice before, entered his apartments, with a haggard face, surrounded by red hair, two sly eyes, and a grotesque expression about the mouth, such as one sees on laughing-masks at Carnival time.
Veitel bowed low, and began: "Most gracious baron, have the condescension to forgive my coming to you on matters of business. I have a commission from Mr. Pinkus, empowering me to receive the money for the bill of exchange. I would most humbly inquire whether you will be so gracious as to pay it me?"
The sad seriousness of the hour was for a moment lost upon the baron when he saw the lank figure twisting and turning before him, making faces and attempting to be polite. "Who are you?" inquired he, with all the dignity of his race.
"Veitel Itzig is my name, gracious sir, if you will permit me to announce it to you."
The baron started on hearing the name of Itzig. That was the man of whom he had been warned--the invisible, the merciless.
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