approve--but then he looked at me for precisely the same length of time, though with a difference. For I was looking with a wondering admiration, whereas he was regarding me with little of wonder and less of admiration.
It was perfectly clear that he did not regard me as a buyer, though by what instinct or experience he could tell, I know not.
"Surely," thought I, "even if I have not the appearance of one who comes to buy, I still do not look like a needy, seedy seller?"
But he knew! He knew; and his silence was eloquent.
As his bold brown eyes regarded me, his curved nostril curved a little more, and his large ripe lips, beneath the pendulous nose, ripened while I watched.
He said no word, and this fact somewhat disconcerted me, for I had hitherto regarded the Children of Israel as a decidedly chatty race.
I broke the heavy silence of the dark mysterious shop, and added strange sounds to the strange sights and stranger smells.
"I want to sell my watch and one or two things," said I to this silent son of Abraham's seed.
He did not triumph in the manifest rightness of his judgment that I was a contemptible seller and not an admirable buyer. He did not do anything at all, in fact. He did not even speak.
No word nor sigh nor sound escaped him.
I produced my watch and laid it at his feet, or rather at his stomach. It was gold and good, and it had cost twenty-five pounds. (I allude to the watch.)
"'Ow much?" said the child of the Children of Israel.
"Er--well--isn't that rather for you to say?" I replied. "I know it cost twenty-five pounds and is an excellent . . ."
"'Ow much?" interrupted the swarthy Child.
"How much will you give me?" I replied. . . . "Suppose we split the difference and you . . ."
"'Ow much?" interrupted the Child again.
"Ten pounds?" I suggested, feeling that I was being reasonable and, indeed, generous. I did not wish my necessitous condition to weigh with him and lead him to decrease his just profits.
"Two quid," said the Child promptly.
"Not a tenth of what it cost?" said I, on a note of remonstrance. "Surely that is hardly a fair and . . ."
"Two quid," interrupted the Child, whose manners seemed less rich than his attire.
I was tempted to take up the watch and depart, but I felt I could not go through all this again. Perhaps two pounds was the recognised selling price of all gold watches?
Producing my cigarette-case, gold pencil, and a tiny jeweller's box containing my dress studs, I laid them before this spoiler of Egyptians, and then detached my links from my shirt-cuffs.
"'Ow much?" enquired the Child once more.
"Well," replied I, "the pencil is pretty heavy, and the studs are good. So are the links. They're all eighteen carat and the . . ."
"'Ow much?" repeated the voice, which I was beginning to dislike.
"Ten pounds for the watch, pencil, and . . ."
"Four quid," the Child replied, in the voice of Fate and Destiny and Doom, and seeking a toothpick in the pocket of his "gent.'s fancy vest," he guided it about its lawful occasions.
This would not do. I felt I must add at least five pounds to what I already had. I was a little vague as to the absolutely necessary minimum, but another five pounds seemed to me to be very desirable.
"Oh, come--make it seven," said I, in the bright tone of encouragement and optimism.
The Child regarded the point of his toothpick. It appeared to interest him far more than I, or my poor affairs, could ever do.
"Six," said I, with falsely cheerful hopefulness.
The toothpick returned to duty, and a brooding silence fell upon us.
"Five, then," I suggested, with a falsely firm finality.
The Child yawned. For some reason I thought of onions, beer, and garlic, things very well in their way and their place, and quite pleasing to those who like them.
"Then I'm afraid I've wasted your valuable time," said I, with deep wiliness, making as though to gather up my despised property.
The Child did not trouble to deny my statement. He removed his bowler hat and looked patiently into its interior, as good men do in church. The hair of the head of the Child was most copiously abundant, and wonderfully curly. I thought of oil-presses, anointed bulls of Bashan, and, with bewildered awe, of the strange preferences of Providence.
However, I would walk to the door and see whether, rather than let me go, he would offer five pounds for what had cost at least fifty.
As I did so, this representative of the Chosen People cocked an eye at my dispatch-case.
"Wotcher got there?" he growled.
Imitating his excellent economy of words, I opened the case without reply, and removing a silk shirt, vest, and socks, displayed three collars, a pair of silver-backed hair-brushes, a comb, a silver-handled shaving-brush, a razor, an ivory nail-brush, a tooth-brush, and a silver box containing soap.
"Five quid the lot and chance if you've pinched 'em," said the Child.
"You'll give me five pounds for a gold watch, links, studs, and pencil-case; a silver cigarette-case, hair-brushes, and shaving-brush; a razor, shirt, vest, socks, collars, and a leather dispatch-case?" I enquired politely.
"Yus," said the Child succinctly.
Well, I could get shaved for a few pence, and in a couple of days I should probably be in uniform.
"I'll keep the tooth-brush and a collar," I remarked, putting them in my pocket.
"Then chuck in the walkin' stick and gloves, or it's four-fifteen," was the prompt reply.
I gazed upon the Child in pained astonishment.
"I gotter live, ain't I?" he replied, in a piteous voice, to my cruel look.
Forbearing to observe "Je ne vois pas la nécessité," I laid my stick and gloves on the counter, realising that, in any case, I should shortly have no further need of them.
The Child produced a purse, handed me five pounds, and swept my late property into a big drawer.
"Thank you," said I, departing. "Good evening."
But the Child apparently did not think it was a good evening, for he vouchsafed no reply.
One should not judge a race by single specimens, of course, but--racial antipathy is a curious thing. . . .
Crossing Westminster Bridge, with about ten pounds in my pocket, misery in my heart, and nothing in my hand, I made my way along Whitehall to Trafalgar Square, sorely tempted by the sight
