194 BOSENTHAL
He remembers it all distinctly, and he can hear now the faint little voice of the Good Inclination: "Berel, to become a thief in one's latter years! You who so carefully avoided even the smallest deceit! Fie, for shame ! If God will, he can help you by honest means too." But the voice of the Good Inclination was so feeble, so husky, and the Evil Inclination suggested in his other ear: "Do you know what? Borrow one hun- dred rubles! Who talks of stealing? You will earn some money before long, and then you can pay him back it's a charitable loan on his part, only that he doesn't happen to know of it. Isn't it plain to be seen that it's a godsend? If you don't call this Providence, what is? Are you going to take more than you really need? You know your Mechutton? Have you taken a good look at that old maid of yours? You recollect the bridegroom ? Well, the Mechutton will be kind and mild as milk. The bridegroom will be a 'silken son-in- law/ the ugly old maid, a young wifei fool ! God and men will envy you. . . " And he, Berel, lost his head, his thoughts flew hither and thither, like frightened birds, and he no longer knew which of the two voices was that of the Good Inclination, and
No one saw him leave Moisheh Chalfon's house.
And still his hand remains suspended in mid-air, still it does not fall against his breast, and there is a cold perspiration on his brow.
Berel started, as though out of his sleep. He had noticed that people were beginning to eye him as he stood with his hand held at a distance from his person. He hastily rattled through "For the sin, . . ." concluded the Eighteen Benedictions, and went home.
