Gregorio was rather overawed at the luxury he saw around him, and he felt the stern-looking, polite old man would be a difficult person to deal with.  As he puffed at his tube he considered carefully what words he should use.

For some time neither spoke, but Amos was the first to break the silence.

“You heard I was at your house last night, and so have come to pay me?”

“Yes, I heard you were at my house and that you wanted to be paid.  You are a rich man, and I am poor.”

“Nay, I am not rich; they lie who say I am rich.”

“It is twenty pounds I owe you, is it not?”

“Yes, twenty pounds.  It is a large sum, and I have dealt generously with you.  I am now in need of it myself.”

“I am a poor man.”

“You have not the money, eh, my friend?”

“I have not the money.  But I will pay you if you will lend me some more.  I shall be successful now; only twenty pounds more.”

Amos appeared unmoved at the tremor in Gregorio’s voice.  His eyes rested coldly on the face of his client, while the unfortunate Greek continued to speak rapidly of his troubles and hopes.  He smiled sarcastically as Gregorio spoke of the certainty of making his fortune at Benhur, and remained quite unmoved at the story of the sufferings of a woman and child from hunger and want.

“Your wife is beautiful,” was all he answered when Gregorio paused for a moment.  At these words, however, he half rose from his place and clinched his hands savagely.  But he sank back again with the remembrance that a show of temper would not advance his cause.

“Very beautiful,” he answered, chokingly; “would you see her starve?”

“She is not my wife,” said Amos, quietly.  Then he continued slowly, pausing at intervals to puff out a cloud of smoke from his mouth: 

“You have owed me this money a long time.  I want it, and I will have it.  Even in Egypt there is law.  You do not like us Jews, but the law will protect me as long as I am rich enough to buy justice.  In three days you will pay me this money.  I have been generous to you; now I will be generous no longer.  If I am not paid I will take measures to recover my loss.  You will sleep in the streets like the Arabs, my friend; but the weather is warm.  It is early summer, so you will scarcely feel the exposure.  In three days you will come and pay me.”

“But how am I to get the money?  If you would lend me only a few pounds I would repay you all I owe.”

“Already you owe me more than you can pay.  You can make money.  You are married.  These Christian women are worse than the Arabs; do I not see them as I come home in the evening from my business?  It is not right to borrow and not repay.  I need my money.  How can I have my coffee and my pipe unless I have money?”

Gregorio listened with growing anger, and finally rose from his seat and shook his fist in the old man’s face.