"I, too, have reason to consider Pinkus a dangerous man," said he.
But this agreement in opinion proved unlucky, diverting, as it did, Ehrenthal's anger against the baron instead.

"Why do I speak of Pinkus ?" he screamed; "he has acted as a man of his stamp will act.

But you--you, who are a nobleman, how could you deal so with me?
You have carried on money transactions with another man behind my back, and you have, in a short time, let him win three thousand dollars on a bill of exchange--a bill of exchange," continued he; "do you know what that means ?" "I wish that the debt had not been necessary," said the baron; "but as it falls due to-day, and the man will not wait, the question is how we are to pay him." "What do you mean by _we_ ?" cried Ehrenthal, hastily.

"You must contrive to pay; you must see where you can get money for the man you have helped to pocket three thousand dollars; you did not consult me when you gave the bill; you need not consult me as to how you are to pay it." In the baron's soul a contest between wrath and wretchedness was going on.

"Moderate your language, Mr.Ehrenthal," cried he.
"Why should I be moderate ?" screamed he.