Itzig, who had been sitting before a blank book, wearily waiting for his master, wondered what could be the matter, when Ehrenthal eagerly said to him, "Itzig, now is the time to show whether you deserve your wages, and the advantage of a Sabbath dinner in good society." "What am I to do ?" replied Veitel, rising.
"First, you are to tell Loebel Pinkus to come here, and then to get me a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Next go and bring me word to whom in Rosmin, Councilor Horn, who lives near the market-place, has written to-day, or, if not to-day, to whom he writes to-morrow.

In finding this out you may spend five dollars, and if you bring me back word this evening you shall have a ducat for yourself." Veitel felt a glow of delight, but replied calmly, "I know none of Councilor Horn's clerks, and must have some time to become acquainted with them." He ordered the bottle of wine, and ran off into the street like a dog in scent of game.
Meanwhile Ehrenthal, his hat still on, his hands behind his back, walked up and down, nodding his head, and looking in the twilight like an ugly ghost who once has had his head cut off and can not now keep it steadily on.
As Veitel went on his way, his mind kept working much as follows: "What can be in the wind?
It must be an important affair, and I am to know nothing about it! I am to send Pinkus.

Pinkus was with Ehrenthal a few days ago, and the next morning he went to Baron Rothsattel's place in the country; so it must have something to do with the baron.

And now, as to these letters.