And Chayyim turns pale. He would like to call down a calamity on the fair, he wishes it might rain, snow, or storm on that day, so that not even a mad dog should come to the market-place; only Chayyim knows that Ulas is no weakling, Ulas is not afraid of the strongest wind--Ulas is Ulas! And Chayyim's eyes are ready to start out of his head. A charitable loan--where is one to get a charitable loan? If only five and twenty rubles! He asks it of everyone, but they only answer with a merry laugh: "Are you mad? Money--just before a fair?" And it seems to Chayyim that he really will go mad. "Suppose you went across to Loibe-Baeres?" suggests his wife, who takes her full share in his distress. "I had thought of that myself," answers Chayyim, meditatively. "But what?" asks the wife. Chayyim is about to reply, "But I can't go there, I haven't the courage," only that it doesn't suit him to be so frank with his wife, and he answers: "Devil take him! He won't lend anything!" "Try! It won't hurt," she persists. And Chayyim reflects that he has no other resource, that Loibe-Baeres is a rich man, and living in the same street, a neighbor in fact, and that _he_ requires no money for the fair, being a dealer in lumber and timber. "Give me out my Sabbath overcoat!" says Chayyim to his wife, in a resolute tone. "Didn't I say so?" the wife answers. "It's the best thing you can do, to go to him." Chayyim placed himself before a half-broken looking-glass which was nailed to the wall, smoothed his beard with both hands, tightened his earlocks, and then took off his hat, and gave it a polish with his sleeve. "Just look and see if I haven't got any white on my coat off the wall!" "If you haven't?" the wife answered, and began slapping him with both hands over the shoulders. "I thought we once had a little clothes-brush. Where is it? ha?" "Perhaps you dreamt it," replied his wife, still slapping him on the shoulders, and she went on, "Well, I should say you had got some white on your coat!" "Come, that'll do!" said Chayyim, almost angrily. "I'll go now." He drew on his Sabbath overcoat with a sigh, and muttering, "Very likely, isn't it, he'll lend me money!" he went out.