Yosef accepted Gustav's offer, and in a few moments they were in the narrow lodgings of the student.
"Ei, it is long since we have seen each other. We finished our school course a year ago," said Gustav, putting aside Yosef's small trunk and bundle. "A year is some time. What hast thou done this whole year?"
"I have been with my father, who would not let me come to the University."
"What harm could that be to him?"
"He was a good man, though ignorant—a blacksmith."
"But he has let thee come now?"
"He died."
"He did well," said Gustav, coughing. "The cursed asthma is tormenting me these six months. Dost wonder at my hard breathing? Thou too wilt breathe hard when thou hast bent over books as I have. Day after day without rest for a moment. And fight with poverty as one dog with another.—Hast money?"
"I have. I sold the house and property left by my father. I have two thousand rubles."
"Splendid! For thee that will be plenty. My position is poverty! Oh the cursed asthma!
