CHAPTER XXIX

CHECK AGAIN

Though the jongejuffrouw seemed inexpressibly tired and weak, her

attitude toward Diogenes lost nothing of its cold aloofness. She was

peeping out under the hood of the sledge when he approached it, and at

sight of him she immediately drew in her head.

"Will you deign to descend, mejuffrouw," he said with that slight tone

of good-humoured mockery in his voice which had the power to irritate

her. "Mynheer Ben Isaje, whose hospitality you will enjoy this night,

lives some way up this narrow, insalubrious street, and he has bidden me

to escort you to his house."

Silently, and with a great show of passive obedience, Gilda made ready

to step out of the sledge.

"Come, Maria," she said curtly.

"The road is very slippery, mejuffrouw," he added warningly, "will you

not permit me--for your own convenience' sake--to carry you as far as

Ben Isaje's door?"

"It would not be for my convenience, sir," she retorted haughtily, "an

you are so chivalrously inclined perhaps you would kindly convey my

waiting woman thither in your arms."

"At your service, mejuffrouw," he said with imperturbable good temper.

And without more ado, despite her screams and her struggles, he seized

Maria round her ample waist and round her struggling knees at the moment

that she was stepping out of the sledge in the wake of her mistress.

The lamp outside the hostel at the corner illumined for a moment

Gilda's pale, wearied face, and Diogenes saw that she was trying her

best to suppress an insistent outburst of laughter.

"Hey there!" he shouted, "Pythagoras, Socrates, follow the jongejuffrouw

at a respectful distance and see that no harm come to her while I lead

the way with this featherweight in my arms."

Nor did he deposit Maria to the ground until he reached the door of Ben

Isaje's house; here, when the mevrouw began to belabour him with her

tongue and with her fists, he turned appealingly to Gilda:

"Mejuffrouw," he said merrily, "is this abuse not unmerited? I did but

obey your behests and see how I must suffer for mine obedience."

But Gilda vouchsafed him no reply, and in the darkness he could not see

if her face looked angered or smiling.

Ben Isaje, hearing the noise that went on outside his house, had already

hastened to open the door. He welcomed the jongejuffrouw with obsequious

bows. Behind him in the dark passage stood a lean and towzled-looking

serving woman of uncertain years who was as obsequious as her master.

When Gilda, confused and wearied, and mayhap not a little tired,

advanced timorously into the narrow passage, the woman rushed up to her,

and almost kneeling on the floor in the lowliness of her attitude, she

kissed the jongejuffrouw's hand.

Diogenes saw nothing more of Gilda and Maria after that. They vanished

into the gloom up the ladder-like staircase, preceded by the towzled but

amiable woman, who by her talk and clumsy attempts at service had

already earned Maria's fulsome contempt.

"You, too, must be hungry, sir," murmured a smooth affable voice close

to Diogenes' elbow. "There is a bite and a drink ready for you; will you

sup, sir, ere you go to bed?"

Before, however, following Ben Isaje into the shop Diogenes exchanged a

few words with his brother philosophers, who, impassive and

unquestioning, had escorted the jongejuffrouw to the door, and now stood

there awaiting further orders. Diogenes suggested their getting supper

and a bed in the hostelry at the top of the street in company with their

driver; the horses too should all be stabled there.

"I am going to spend the night under this tumble-down roof," he said,

"but remember to sleep with one eye open and be prepared for a summons

from me at any hour of the night or morning. Until that comes, however,

do not leave the hostel. Care well for the horses, we may have need of

them to-morrow. Good-night! pleasant dreams! Do not forget that

to-morrow five hundred guilders will fill each of your pockets. In the

meanwhile here is the wherewithal to pay for bed and supper."

He gave them some money and then watched the two quaint figures, the

long one and the round one, until they were merged in the blackness of

the narrow street. Then he went within. Ben Isaje once more closed and

bolted the front door and the two men then went together into the shop.

Here an appetizing supper had been laid ready upon the table and a

couple of tallow candles burned in pewter sconces.

Ben Isaje at once invited his guest to eat and drink.

"Not before we have settled our business together, master," said the

latter as he dragged a chair towards him, and sitting astride upon it,

with his shapely legs thrust well out before him, he once more drew a

paper from out the lining of his doublet.

"You are satisfied," he resumed after a slight pause, "that the lady

whom I have had the honour of bringing into your house is indeed the

Jongejuffrouw Gilda Beresteyn, sister of your client Mynheer Nicolaes

Beresteyn of Haarlem?"

"I am quite satisfied on that point," replied the Jew, whose thin, bent

form under the rigid folds of the black kaftan looked curiously weird in

the feeble yellow light. His face was narrow and also waxlike in hue and

the flickering candle-light threw quaint, distorted shadows around his

long hooked nose.

"Then," said Diogenes blandly while he held out a folded paper to Ben

Isaje, "here is the bond signed by Mynheer Beresteyn wherein he orders

you to pay me the sum of 3,000 guilders in consideration of the services

which I have rendered him."

But Ben Isaje did not take the paper thus held out to him.

"It is too late," he said quietly, "to transact business to-night."

"Too late!" exclaimed Diogenes with a blunt oath. "What in thunder do

you mean?"

"I mean, sir, that you must try and curb your natural impatience until

to-morrow."

"But I will not curb mine impatience another moment, plepshurk," cried

the philosopher in a rage, "I have fulfilled my share of a bargain, 'tis

only a verdommte Keerl who would shirk paying his own share on the

nail."

"Nor would Mynheer Beresteyn desire me to shirk his responsibilities, I

assure you," rejoined the Jew suavely, "and believe me, sir, that you

will not lose one grote by waiting until the morrow. Let a good supper

and a comfortable bed freely offered you atone for this unimportant

delay. You still hold Mynheer Beresteyn's bond: to-morrow at the first

business hour you shall be paid."

"But why any delay at all?" thundered Diogenes, who indeed misliked this

way of doing business. "Why not pay me the money now?--at once, I will

gladly forego the supper and sit all night upon your doorstep, but have

my money in my pocket."

"Unfortunately, sir," said Ben Isaje with imperturbable amiability, "I

am quite helpless in the matter. I am not the sole master of this

business, my wife's brother shares my profits and my obligations.

Neither of us is at liberty to pay out a large sum of money, save in the

presence of the other."

"You and your partner know how to trust one another," said Diogenes with

a laugh.

The Jew made no comment on this, only shrugged his shoulders in that

calm manner peculiar to his race, which suggests the Oriental

resignation to compelling fate.

Diogenes--inwardly fuming--thought over the matter very quietly for a

few moments: it was obviously as useless to argue this matter out with

Ben Isaje, as it had been to combat his dictum anent the jongejuffrouw

spending the night under his roof, and as usual the wholesome lesson of

life which the philosopher had learnt so thoroughly during his

adventurous career stood him in good stead now: the lesson was the one

which taught him never to waste time, temper or words over a purposeless

argument.

That one shrug of Isaje's shoulders had told him with dumb eloquence

that no amount of persuasion on his part would cause the banker to

swerve from his determination. The money would be forthcoming on the

morrow but not before, and there were ten picked men somewhere in the

house at the present moment to prevent Diogenes from settling this

matter in a primitive and efficient way by using his fists.

So in this instance too--disappointed though he was--he quickly regained

his good humour. After all, the Jew was right: a night's delay would not

spell a loss, and was well compensated for by a good supper and cosy

bed.

With his habitual light-hearted laugh and careless shrug of the

shoulders, he folded the paper up again and once more slipped it

carefully into the inner lining of his doublet.

"You are right, sir," he said, "'twere foolish to allow choler to spoil

the appetite. I am as hungry as the dog of a Spaniard. By your leave

I'll test the strength of your ale and to-morrow ere I leave your house

you shall pay me over the money in the presence of your trusting

brother-in-law. Until then the bond remains with me, and I hold myself

responsible for the safety of the jongejuffrouw. So I pray you be not

surprised if I forbid her removal from this house until I have exchanged

this bond for the sum of 3,000 guilders."

After which he drew his chair close to the table, and fell to all its

good cheer with a hearty will. Ben Isaje, hospitable and affable to the

last, waited on him with his own hands.

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