“I swear by the Talmud,” said the Jew, “that your valour has been misled in that matter. Fitzdotterel drew his poniard upon me in mine own chamber, because I craved him for mine own silver. The term of payment was due at the Passover .”

“I care not what he did,” said Front-de-Boeuf; “the question is, when shall I have mine own?⁠—when shall I have the shekels, Isaac?”

“Let my daughter Rebecca go forth to York ,” answered Isaac, “with your safe conduct, noble knight, and so soon as man and horse can return, the treasure⁠—” Here he groaned deeply, but added, after the pause of a few seconds⁠—“The treasure shall be told down on this very floor.”