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"Where he got the doll, I suppose," said Akulina, triumphantly completing the vicious circle in which she caused her logic to move. Fischelowitz smiled as he pushed away his cup, rose and lighted a fresh cigarette. "You are a very good housekeeper, Akulina, my love," he observed. "You always know how the money goes." "That is more than can be said for some people," laughed Akulina.
Do we not all of us, here with Fischelowitz, exactly fulfil the object set before us, I would like to ask? Do we not make cigarettes from morning till night with horrible exactness and regularity? Very well. Do we not, at the same time, lead an atrociously objectless existence?"
The one thing which remained clearly defined in his shaken intelligence was that he must pay to Fischelowitz the money promised within the limit of time agreed upon, or be disgraced for ever in his own eyes, as well as in the estimation of the world at large. The latter catastrophe would be bad enough, but nothing short of self-destruction could follow upon his condemnation of himself.
While she was speaking, Fischelowitz, whose terror of his larger half was only relative, had calmly risen and had wound up the "Wiener Gigerl" to the extreme of the doll's powers, placing it on the counter before him and sitting down before it in anticipation of the amusement he expected to derive from its performance.
Tell me all about it." "There is very little time only an hour. He is going mad really mad, Herr Schmidt, because he has given his word of honour to pay Herr Fischelowitz that money this evening. I only calmed him, by promising to bring the money at once." "You promised that?" exclaimed Schmidt. "It was a very wild promise " "I will keep it, and you must help me. We have an hour.
"None whatever, madam," answered the Count, spreading out the coins which had been collected by loving hands from so many sources. "The only question is, to ascertain whether there are fifty marks here or not." Fischelowitz stood looking on. He had not yet recovered from his surprise, and was half afraid that there might be something wrong.
"Herr Fischelowitz, Fischelowitz, Fischelowitz!" bawled the Cossack, taking up the idea and putting it into very effective execution. His brazen voice, harsh and high, almost made the windows rattle. "Somebody will hear that," he observed and cleared his throat for another effort. A number of persons heard it, and at the first repetition of the yell, two or three windows were angrily opened.
Tell me." "No I never borrowed it. No, no it was that villain, last winter, who gave him the Gigerl " "And Fischelowitz expects you to pay that!" cried Vjera, indignantly. "It is impossible." "When I took the Gigerl away last night I promised to bring the fifty marks by to-night.
It would have been a serious matter for Fischelowitz to lose the work of Dumnoff in his "celebrated manufactory" for any length of time together, since it was all he could do to meet the increasing demands for his wares with his present staff of workers. "And how did you spend the night, Count?" he inquired as they walked quickly down the street together.
"You must not go away like this," she said, so firmly and with so much authority that he stood still. "You have only half explained the trouble to me, but I can help you. A debt of honour, you say what will happen if you do not pay it?" "I must die," answered the Count. "I could never respect myself again." "You have borrowed this money of Fischelowitz and promised to pay it to-day? Is that it?
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