“‘Are the diamonds your personal property, madame?’ I asked in a clear voice. “‘Yes, monsieur,’ she said, looking at me with proud eyes. “‘Make out the deed of purchase with power of redemption, chatterbox,’ said Gobseck to me, resigning his chair at the bureau in my favor. “‘Madame is without doubt a married woman?’ I tried again. “She nodded abruptly. “‘Then I will not draw up the deed,’ said I. “‘And why not?’ asked Gobseck. “‘Why not?’ echoed I, as I drew the old man into the bay window so as to speak aside with him. ‘Why not? This woman is under her husband’s control; the agreement would be void in law; you could not possibly assert your ignorance of a fact recorded on the very face of the document itself. You would be compelled at once to produce the diamonds deposited with you, according to the weight, value, and cutting therein described.’ “Gobseck cut me short with a nod, and turned towards the guilty couple. “‘He is right!’ he said. ‘That puts the whole thing in a different light. Eighty thousand francs down, and you leave the diamonds with me,’ he added, in the husky, flute-like voice. ‘In the way of property, possession is as good as a title.’ “‘But----’ objected the young man. “‘You can take it or leave it,’ continued Gobseck, returning the jewel-case to the lady as he spoke. “‘I have too many risks to run.’ “‘It would be better to throw yourself at your husband’s feet,’ I bent to whisper in her ear. “The usurer doubtless knew what I was saying from the movement of my lips. He gave me a cool glance. The Count’s face grew livid. The Countess was visibly wavering. Maxime stepped up to her, and, low as he spoke, I could catch the words: “‘Adieu, dear Anastasie, may you be happy! As for me, by to-morrow my troubles will be over.’ “‘Sir!’ cried the lady, turning to Gobseck. ‘I accept your offer.’ “‘Come, now,’ returned Gobseck. ‘You have been a long time in coming to it, my fair lady.’ “He wrote out a cheque for fifty thousand francs on the Bank of France, and handed it to the Countess. “‘Now,’ continued he with a smile, such a smile as you will see in portraits of M. Voltaire, ‘now I will give you the rest of the amount in bills, thirty thousand francs’ worth of paper as good as bullion. This gentleman here has just said, “My bills will be met when they are due,”’ added he, producing certain drafts bearing the Count’s signature, all protested the day before at the request of some of the confraternity, who had probably made them over to him (Gobseck) at a considerably reduced figure. “The young man growled out something, in which the words ‘Old scoundrel!’ were audible. Daddy Gobseck did not move an eyebrow. He drew a pair of pistols out of a pigeon-hole, remarking coolly: “‘As the insulted man, I fire first.’ “‘Maxime, you owe this gentleman an explanation,’ cried the trembling Countess in a low voice. “‘I had no intention of giving offence,’ stammered Maxime.