"You have not been moderate, nor Pinkus either, and neither will I." "I will call again," said the baron, "when you have regained that degree of decorum which, under all circumstances, I must beg you to observe toward me." "If you want money from me, don't call again, baron," cried Ehrenthal.
"I have no money for you; I would rather throw my dollars in the street than pay you one other." The baron silently retired.

His wretchedness was great; he had to bear the insults of the plebeian.

Next, he went round to all his acquaintances, and endured the torment of asking on all sides for money, and on all sides having it refused.

He returned to his lodgings, and was considering whether it were best to try Ehrenthal again, or to attempt to postpone the payment of the bill by offering usurious interest, when, to his surprise, a strange figure, that he had only seen once or twice before, entered his apartments, with a haggard face, surrounded by red hair, two sly eyes, and a grotesque expression about the mouth, such as one sees on laughing-masks at Carnival time.
Veitel bowed low, and began: "Most gracious baron, have the condescension to forgive my coming to you on matters of business.

I have a commission from Mr.Pinkus, empowering me to receive the money for the bill of exchange.