THE CHAEITABLE LOAN 393
Chayyim could already see Loibe-Bares' house in the distance. He coughed till his throat was clear, stroked his beard down, and looked at his coat.
"Still a very good coat!" he said aloud, as though trying to persuade himself that the coat was still good, so that he might feel more courage and more proper pride.
But when he got to Loibe-Bares' big house, when the eight large windows looking onto the street flashed into his eyes, the windows being brightly illuminated from within, his heart gave a flutter.
"Oi, Lord of the World, help !" came of its own accord to his lips. Then he felt ashamed, and caught himself up, "Ett, nonsense!"
As he pushed the door open, the "prayer" escaped him once more, "Help, mighty God ! or it will be the death of me !"
Loibe-Bares was seated at a large table covered with a clean white table-cloth, and drinking while he talked cheerfully with his household.
"There's a Jew come, Tate!" called out a boy of twelve, on seeing Chayyim standing by the door.
"So there is !" called out a second little boy, still more merrily, fixing Chayyim with his large, black, mischievous eyes.
All the rest of those at table began looking at Chay- yim, and he thought every moment that he must fall of a heap onto the floor.
"It will look very bad if I fall," he said to himself, made a step forward, and, without saying good evening, stammered out:
