The truth of these words produced a terrible effect on the little Jew. He stood for a moment helplessly gazing around him; then he looked sharply at his interlocutor, whilst his right hand fumbled in his breast, as though seeking something. But he drew it forth empty, and let it fall by his side, whilst his eyes sought the ground. "Well, Geigenfritz," he said, in a low tone, "leave me for a while. Go and wait by the carriage with my brother; I will soon be back, and we will speak further." "Not so, old sinner. You said you had business here. You and I have done business together more than once." "This time there is nothing for you to do." "That is not for you to decide." "Don't spoil trade, Geigenfritz." "What trade is it?" "You shall know by-and-by." "Immediately, I expect." "Impossible." "I have but to remain here." Moses Amschel grew very anxious. "I swear to you, Geigenfritz, you ruin me by remaining. The business can't be done in your presence." "We shall see." The obstinacy of Geigenfritz was not to be overcome. Moses Amschel ran to and fro, wringing his hands, and straining his eyes to see into the park. Suddenly his anxiety increased to a paroxysm. Geigenfritz followed the direction of his eyes. With extreme swiftness a man ran along one of the alleys, in the direction of the mound on which they both stood. "For God's sake, go, leave me!" exclaimed Moses Amschel, in abject supplication. "Fellow, 'tis the Crown-prince. What dealings have you with him?" "Go, I implore you, go." "Not a step, till you answer me." "I have business with him." "What business?" "You shall know afterwards; go, I can't escape you." "What business?" "Jewel business. But now go, go!" "You are right; you cannot escape me." And Geigenfritz disappeared amongst the bushes. Moses Amschel had had barely time to recover breath and composure, when a third person joined him. This was a slender young man, of elegant appearance, and handsome but dissipated countenance. His rich dress was disordered. "Who was here, Jew?" "No one. Who should be here. Who would I bring with me?" "I heard talking; who was with you?" "No one, your highness." "Name not my name, Jew, and speak the truth." "I wish I may die, if a creature, was with me!" 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."