chain.] If I had any money myself. . . . But just at present . . . I regret to say. . . .
Mate—[His eyes fixed on Juhasz's chain.] If I had a watch . . . or a chain. . . .
Juhasz—[Takes out his watch.] What's the matter with your baby?
Mate—It's anæmic.
Juhasz—Poor child! [Takes his watch off the chain.]
Mate—[Watching him greedily.] That comes from being undernourished.
Juhasz—[Gives him the watch.] What the child needs is plenty of fresh milk.
Mate—[Regarding the watch in his palm with pretended amazement.] What's this?
Juhasz—A gold watch.
Mate—[Offers to return it.] But, please
Juhasz—Stop annoying me! [Pushes it back.] The pawnbroker will lend you a hundred kronen on it. . . . Some day, when you have the money, you can redeem it.
Mate—But, Mr. Juhasz
Juhasz—Take it. You can't get anything on the chain. It's plated.
Mate—[Pockets the watch. His voice is tearful.] People like you, Mr. Juhasz, give a man faith again.
Juhasz—Stop your crying. . . . I'll speak to his
