I can never have dealt in things like these." Reuben had taken the casket in his hands, and was pursing up his lips in expressions of contempt.
Israel watched him closely.

"Give them back to me," he said; "I can go elsewhere.

I have no time for wrangling." Reuben's lip straightened instantly.

"Wrangling?
Who is wrangling, brother?
You are too impatient, Sidi." "I am in haste," said Israel.
"Ah!" There was an ominous silence, and then in a cold voice Reuben said, "The things are well enough in their way.

What do you wish me to do with them ?" "To buy them," said Israel.
"_Buy_ them ?" "Yes." "But I don't want them." "Are they worth your money ?--you don't want that either." "Umph!" A gleam of mockery passed over Reuben's face, and he proceeded to examine the casket.