ts. I have occasioned you anxiety and danger, but, on the other
hand, I have done you a service--a great service," he repeated,
complacently. "Would you take louis-d'or instead of bank-notes?" asked
he, suddenly falling into a business tone; "if so, I can let you have
them."

"You know that I have no money transactions," replied Anton, absently.

"Perhaps you can give Vienna bills drawn upon safe houses."

"I have no bills to give," said Anton, with some irritation.

"Very well," said the Jew; "a question does no harm;" and he turned to
go, stopping, however, when he reached the door. "I was obliged to give
two florins to Seligmann, who led the horse, and waited half a day upon
the gentleman's pleasure. It was a mere advance that I made for you;
will you not give me my two florins back?"

"Heavens be praised!" cried Anton, laughing in spite of himself; "now we
have the old Tinkeles once more. No, Schmeie, you won't get your two
florins."

"And you will not take louis-d'or in exchange for Vienna notes?"

"I will not."

"Adieu!" said Tinkeles; "and now, when we meet again, we are good
friends." He lifted the latch. "If you want to know the name of the man
who can make Von Rothsattel as small as the grass in the streets which
every one treads upon, inquire for Hirsch Ehrenthal's book-keeper, of
the name of Itzig. Veitel Itzig is the name." With these words he made
his exit so rapidly that, although Anton tried, he could not overtake
him.

He determined at once to inform the baron's son of what he had heard,
though he feared that it would occasion his tender nature great
distress. "But it must be done this very evening," thought he. "I will
go early, or remain till the others have left."

Fate, however, did not favor this intention. Early as Anton went, he
found five or six young cavalry officers already arrived at young
Rothsattel's rooms before him. Eugene lay in his dressing-gown on the
sofa, the squadron encamping round him. The doctor succeeded Anton. "How
are you?" said he to the patient.

"Well enough," replied Eugene. "I don't want your powders."

"A little fever," continued the doctor. "Pulse full, and so on. It is
too hot here. I propose that we open the window."

"By Jove, doctor, you shall do no such thing," cried a young gentleman,
who had made himself a sort of couch of two chairs; "you know that I
can't stand a draught except when on duty."

"Leave it alone," cried Eugene; "we are homoeopathi