Her husband was leaning over the counter, smoking and making a series of impressions in violet ink upon the back of an old letter, with an india-rubber stamp in which the word "Celebrated Manufactory" held a prominent place.

He nodded familiarly.
"Herr Fischelowitz," said the Count, regaining suddenly his dignity of manner and bearing, "in the course of the conversation last evening, I said that I would to-day refund the fifty marks which you once lent to that atrocious young man who wore green glasses.

I daresay you remember the circumstance ?" "I had quite forgotten it," said Fischelowitz.

"Please do not allow it to trouble you, my dear Count.

I never considered you responsible for it, and of course you cannot--" "It is a shame!" Akulina broke in, angrily.