“Umph!”

A gleam of mockery passed over Reuben’s face, and he proceeded to examine the casket.  One by one he trifled with the gems—­the rich onyx, the sapphire, the crystal, the coral, the pearl, the ruby, and the topaz, and first he pushed them from him, and then he drew them back again.  And seeing them thus cheapened in Reuben’s hairy fingers, the precious jewels which had clasped his Ruth’s soft wrist and her white neck, Israel could scarcely hold back his hand from snatching them away.  But how can he that is poor answer him that is rich?  So Israel put his twitching hands behind him, remembering Naomi and the poor people of Absalam, and when at length Reuben tendered him for the casket one half what he had paid for it, he took the money in silence and went his way.

“Five hundred dollars—­I can give no more,” Reuben had said.

“Do you say five hundred—­five?”

“Five—­take it or leave it.”

It was market morning, and the market-square as Israel passed through was a busy and noisy place.  The grocers squatted within their narrow wooden boxes turned on their sides, one half of the lid propped up as a shelter from the sun, the other half hung down as a counter, whereon lay raisins and figs, and melons and dates.  On the unpaved ground the bakers crouched in irregular lines.  They were women enveloped in monstrous straw hats, with big round cakes of bread exposed for sale on rush mats at their feet.  Under arcades of dried leaves—­made, like desert graves, of upright poles and dry branches thrown across—­the butchers lay at their ease, flicking the flies from their discoloured meat.  “Buy! buy! buy!” they all shouted together.  A dense throng of the poor passed between them in torn jellabs and soiled turbans, and haggled and bought.  Asses and mules crushed through amid shouts of “Arrah!” “Arrah!” and “Balak!” “Ba-lak!” It was a lively scene, with more than enough of bustle and swearing and vociferation.

There was more than enough of lying and cheating also, both practised with subtle and half-conscious humour.  Inside a booth for the sale of sugar in loaf and sack a man sat fingering a rosary and mumbling prayers for penance.  “God forgive me,” he muttered, “God forgive me, God forgive me,” and at every repetition he passed a bead.  A customer approached, touched a sugar loaf and asked, “How much?” The merchant continued his prayers and did his business at a breath. “(God forgive me) How much? (God forgive me) Four pesetas (God forgive me),” and round went the restless rosary.  “Too much,” said the buyer; “I’ll give three.”  The merchant went on with his prayers, and answered, “(God forgive me) Couldn’t take it for as much as you might put in your tooth (God forgive me); gave four myself (God forgive me).”  “Then I’ll leave it, old sweet-tooth,” said the buyer, as he moved away.  “Here! take it for nothing (God forgive me),” cried the merchant after the retreating figure. “(God forgive me) I’m giving it away (God forgive me); I’ll starve, but no matter (God forgive me), you are my brother (God forgive me, God forgive me, God forgive me).”