"Eureka! I say," repeated Rosette; "and if you don't understand me, you may go to the devil!"Without availing himself of this polite invitation, Ben Zoof betook himself to his master. "Something has happened to the professor," he said;"he is rushing about like a madman, screeching and yelling 'Eureka!'""Eureka?" exclaimed Servadac. "That means he has made a discovery;"and, full of anxiety, he hurried off to meet the professor.
But, however great was his desire to ascertain what this discovery implied, his curiosity was not yet destined to be gratified.
The professor kept muttering in incoherent phrases: "Rascal! he shall pay for it yet. I will be even with him! Cheat! Thrown me out!"But he did not vouchsafe any reply to Servadac's inquiries, and withdrew to his study.
From that day Rosette, for some reason at present incomprehensible, quite altered his behavior to Isaac Hakkabut, a man for whom he had always hitherto evinced the greatest repugnance and contempt.
All at once he began to show a remarkable interest in the Jew and his affairs, paying several visits to the dark little storehouse, ****** inquiries as to the state of business and expressing some solicitude about the state of the exchequer.
The wily Jew was taken somewhat by surprise, but came to an immediate conclusion that the professor was contemplating borrowing some money;he was consequently very cautious in all his replies.
It was not Hakkabut's habit ever to advance a loan except at an extravagant rate of interest, or without demanding far more than an adequate security.
Count Timascheff, a Russian nobleman, was evidently rich;to him perhaps, for a proper consideration, a loan might be made:
Captain Servadac was a Gascon, and Gascons are proverbially poor;it would never do to lend any money to him; but here was a professor, a mere man of science, with circumscribed means; did _he_ expect to borrow?
Certainly Isaac would as soon think of flying, as of lending money to him.
Such were the thoughts that made him receive all Rosette's approaches with a careful reservation.
It was not long, however, before Hakkabut was to be called upon to apply his money to a purpose for which he had not reckoned.
In his eagerness to effect sales, he had parted with all the alimentary articles in his cargo without having the precautionary prudence to reserve enough for his own consumption.
Amongst other things that failed him was his stock of coffee, and as coffee was a beverage without which he deemed it impossible to exist, he found himself in considerable perplexity.
He pondered the matter over for a long time, and ultimately persuaded himself that, after all, the stores were the common property of all, and that he had as much right to a share as anyone else. Accordingly, he made his way to Ben Zoof, and, in the most amiable tone he could assume, begged as a favor that he would let him have a pound of coffee.
The orderly shook his head dubiously.
"A pound of coffee, old Nathan? I can't say.""Why not? You have some?" said Isaac.
"Oh yes! plenty--a hundred kilogrammes."
"Then let me have one pound. I shall be grateful.""Hang your gratitude!"
"Only one pound! You would not refuse anybody else.""That's just the very point, old Samuel; if you were anybody else, I should know very well what to do. I must refer the matter to his Excellency.""Oh, his Excellency will do me justice."
"Perhaps you will find his justice rather too much for you."And with this consoling remark, the orderly went to seek his master.
Rosette meanwhile had been listening to the conversation, and secretly rejoicing that an opportunity for which he had been watching had arrived.
"What's the matter, Master Isaac? Have you parted with all your coffee?"he asked, in a sympathizing voice, when Ben Zoof was gone.
"Ah! yes, indeed," groaned Hakkabut, "and now I require some for my own use.
In my little black hole I cannot live without my coffee.""Of course you cannot," agreed the professor.
"And don't you think the governor ought to let me have it?""No doubt."
"Oh, I must have coffee," said the Jew again.
"Certainly," the professor assented. "Coffee is nutritious;it warms the blood. How much do you want?""A pound. A pound will last me for a long time.""And who will weigh it for you?" asked Rosette, scarcely able to conceal the eagerness that prompted the question.
"Why, they will weigh it with my steelyard, of course.
There is no other balance here." And as the Jew spoke, the professor fancied he could detect the faintest of sighs.
