"This Pinkus," he went on repeating, "he has presumed to lend you money on a bill of exchange.

How could he have so large a sum?
The man has not got ten thousand dollars; he is an insignificant man, without capital." The baron confessed that the sum was not so large originally, but this only increased Ehrenthal's excitement.
"From seven to ten," he cried, running wildly up and down till his dressing-gown flapped round him like the wings of an owl.

"So he has made nearly three thousand dollars! I have always had a bad opinion of that man; now I know what he is.

He is a rascal--a double dealer.

He never advanced the seven thousand either; his whole shop is not worth so much." This strong moral indignation on the part of Ehrenthal threw a ray of joy into the baron's soul.