Abraham breathed freely, he had attained his end, and this without laying out thousands of ducats; he had managed it for two hundred. He fumbled in the money compartment of the musical pear, and laid the ducats on the writing-table of "Mr. Matyi," so that the latter should not fail to see them when he returned to his correspondence. The young man was soon back again. "Here you are! God be with you! Greet my uncle for me, and tell him I have much to do, that I want for nothing, and send my good wishes, and a happy journey to you!" Abraham put the petition in his pocket, crying over it like a child. "Mr. Matyi" accompanied his _protégé_ to the next room, thence he trusted him to find his way out. While the Jew was struggling with the door-handle, back came "Mr. Matyi," red with rage, seized Abraham by the collar of his mantle, and with the other thrust the pear under his nose, asking angrily: "What do you mean by leaving this on my table?" Abraham took it as a jest. "Well now, I have only brought you some pears as usual." "But the ducats?" "They were for the gracious favour which the young gentleman has been so kind as to show me." "I have shown you no kind of favour. You wanted justice and you have obtained it. Take back your gold!" "Why should I take it back? Hasn't the young gentleman deserved it for all his trouble? Did he not get the dot put on the 'i'?" "I will not accept a handful of gold for a dot over an 'i.'" "But it's worth it to me? It's not a bit too much. The young gentleman needn't take offence. He can pay his debts with it." "I have no debts." "Oh, you have no debts, do you say? Don't tell me a Viennese dandy has no debts. You owe neither the tailor nor the host anything? What, don't you want to make your sweetheart a present?" "I have none." "Who could ever believe it? How you blush. Well, take it, make merry with it, gamble it away with good comrades. For I won't have it back." "I drink no wine, I don't gamble, I have no good comrades; this money you will take, for it hurts me to receive it. Those I serve pay me for what I do. He who does such work as mine asks for no reward but his master's, and can take no bribe from another. Take your gold back." "As you will, Mr. Ráby," said the Jew, and he put the ducats in his pocket. CHAPTER VII. "Very good then, Mr. Ráby," pursued the Jew. (He no longer thought of him as "young Mr. Matyi.") "But before I leave this place, nay, before you send me packing, I must needs have three words with you." "All right, out with them!"