Go away!" But yet again and again Judas called on the aged Annas, and at last was admitted.
Dry and malicious, worried with thought, and silent, he gazed on the Traitor, and, as it were, counted the hairs on his knotted head.

Judas also said nothing, and seemed in his turn to be counting the somewhat sparse grey hairs in the beard of the high priest.
"What?
you here again ?" the irritated Annas haughtily jerked out, as though spitting upon his head.
"I wish to betray the Nazarene to you." Both held their peace, and continued to gaze attentively at each other.
Iscariot's look was calm; but a quiet malice, dry and cold, began slightly to prick Annas, like the early morning rime of winter.
"How much do you want for your Jesus ?" "How much will you give ?" Annas, with evident enjoyment, insultingly replied: "You are nothing but a band of scoundrels.

Thirty pieces--that's what we will give." And he quietly rejoiced to see how Judas began to squirm and run about--agile and swift as though he had a whole dozen feet, not two.
"Thirty pieces of silver for Jesus!" he cried in a voice of wild madness, most pleasing to Annas.

"For Jesus of Nazareth! You wish to buy Jesus for thirty pieces of silver?
And you think that Jesus can be betrayed to you for thirty pieces of silver ?" Judas turned quickly to the wall, and laughed in its smooth, white fence, lifting up his long hands.

"Do you hear?
Thirty pieces of silver! For Jesus!" With the same quiet pleasure, Annas remarked indifferently: "If you will not deal, go away.