It was a good business that which Mausche Fischel was not able to undertake because you hindered him." "You still regret it," said Anton, indignantly.
"I am glad that you have the property," replied the Jew, "because you shed your blood about it; and therefore do nothing with me; I will see whether I can't please you in other matters.

If you have any thing for me to do in this place, it will be a satisfaction to me to help you." Anton coldly replied, "Although I have promised not to bring your thievishness to judgment, yet we can never deal with you again.

You are a worthless man, Tinkeles, and have dealt unfairly with our house.
Henceforth we are strangers." "Why do you call me worthless ?" complained Tinkeles.

"You have known me as an upright man for years past; how can you call me worthless because I wanted to do a little stroke of business, and was unfortunate and could not do it?
Is that worthless ?" "Enough," said Anton; "you may go." Tinkeles remained standing, and asked whether Anton required any new imperial ducats.

"I want nothing from you," was the reply.