Richard could not imagine how this acquaintance had risen. It was hardly probable that he had ever met Solomon at a military review or a court ball, and he was sure he had never borrowed any money of the old Jew.
"Then you doubtless know also," said he, "that I have come to see you concerning a picture that my servant left here yesterday by mistake. I did not intend to offer it for sale."
"Yes, yes," rejoined the Jew, "I know that very well, and for that reason I made bold to request the favour of a visit from you to my poor establishment, in order that we might talk about the picture."
"There is nothing more to be said about it," interposed Richard, with vexation. "I will not sell it; I am going to destroy it."
"But, my dear sir," protested the other, smiling blandly, "why lose our temper over the matter? That is bad for the health. I certainly have no intention of retaining the picture by force. I merely desired the honour of a call from you, and you are perfectly free to do as you choose in the matter. We like to cultivate new acquaintances. Who knows but they may be useful some day? Do me the honour, Captain, to enter my house. The painting is up-stairs. Pray walk up."
Richard complied and ascended to the next floor, while the Jew locked his shop-door before following him. Reaching the head of the stairs, the young man was astonished at what met his eyes. He almost thought himself in a royal museum. Three communicating apartments were filled with the costliest articles of luxury,--carved furniture, j.a.panese and Etruscan vases, rare old china, jewelry of the finest workmanship, ancient armour and weapons, and many masterpieces of painting and sculpture.
"Well, how do you like the looks of things up here?" asked Solomon, when he had rejoined his guest. "It is worth while coming up to look around a little, isn"t it?"
Richard could not sate himself with examining all that met his view.
Meanwhile the Jew continued his confidential chat.
"The gentlemen and ladies," said he, "even those in the very highest circles, honour me with their patronage and confidence, knowing that I can be as mum as an oyster. I know who sent in each one of these articles,--one from Count So-and-so, another from Prince Blank, a third from Baron X----, and so on; but no secret of that kind ever pa.s.ses my lips. Solomon knows the history of all these things, and why they were sold, but he never breathes a word to any mortal soul."
"Very commendable on his part, I am sure," a.s.sented Richard; "but where is my picture?"
"Why in such a hurry?" asked the other. "Am I likely to run off with it? Have the kindness to look around a bit, and meantime perhaps we can drive a little bargain."
"No, not so far as the painting is concerned," declared the hussar officer. "It is a portrait; and, even though I may be at odds with the original, yet I cannot insult her by selling her likeness."
The old shopkeeper drew his guest with him into the adjoining room, whose walls were covered with portraits of all sorts and sizes, in oil, water-colours, and pastel, mostly representing young men and women, while a pile of unframed pictures stood in one corner.
"How did you ever get hold of so many portraits?" asked the astonished visitor.
"Oh, that is simple enough," replied the Jew; "you see, young people have a way of falling in love and then falling out again. They hang a portrait over their bed, and presently their taste changes and another takes its place. Then when a young gentleman wishes to marry, he finds it inadvisable, to keep a lot of strange portraits in his house."
"And so he sells them?" asked Richard.
Solomon made a significant gesture with his open hands. "Judge for yourself," said he.
"Well," rejoined the other, "I am not much surprised at people"s selling some of these faces; but how in the world do you find purchasers for them. Who would ever want one of this collection?"
Solomon smiled knowingly, and tilted forward and backward on his toes and heels.
"I know the original of your picture," said he. "She visits me occasionally. What if she should see her likeness among the others?
That kind of costume-portrait always fetches a magnificent price."
"Such an injury, however," declared the cavalry officer, "I will not do her. Though we may not be on the best of terms, I will not give her cause to despise me."
"A most praiseworthy determination!" exclaimed the dealer, warmly.
"But may I ask whether you are thinking of marrying, and so wish to put another portrait in the old one"s place? In that case, at what price would you part with this Miss Danae?"
Richard made an impatient movement. "I have already told you that I will not sell the picture," said he. "I demand it back."
"Well, well, no offence," returned the other, soothingly. "I didn"t presume to offer you any ten or twenty florins for it; that would be an insult to a Richard Baradlay. But, how about an exchange for some other beautiful picture,--some mythological study? I have a large collection to choose from."
Richard laughed in spite of himself. "No, friend Solomon," said he, "we can"t make a trade to-day. I will not give the Danae in exchange for any picture, however beautiful or mythological. I won"t exchange it for all the world."
"Well, well, why so positive? Supposing we should find something, after all. Let"s look around a bit; it won"t cost us anything."
So saying, the old dealer drew his guest toward the pile of unframed portraits leaning against the wall in a corner, and began to turn them over, one by one. Suddenly the young man at his side uttered a pa.s.sionate interjection.
"Aha!" cried the Jew, in triumph; "have we found something at last worth hunting for?" And he drew out the picture that had caused the other"s hasty exclamation, dusted it with his sleeve, and held it up to the light, where Richard could see it.
"That is my portrait!" cried the young man.
"Yes, to be sure, it is," replied the other. "It has been here six months or so. Miss Danae, as you see, was less scrupulous than you, and she sold it to me half a year ago. Five silver florins was the price I paid for it."
"And what will you take for the picture now?"
"This picture? Your own picture? As I have already said, I"ll give it in exchange."
"Done!" cried Richard.
"Ah, Captain, you are too hasty in closing a bargain," said the old man. "Be more cautious. Any one but old Solomon would be likely to take advantage of you. You might have made me pay you something to boot."
"Send home my picture, and I shall be glad enough to wash my hands of the whole affair," returned Richard. "After that you may squeeze Miss Danae for a million, as far as I am concerned."
"Oh, Captain," protested the Jew, in an injured tone, "Solomon never does that sort of thing; he always does what is right and just. Every man knows his worth, and Solomon is content with whatever price is named. He is no extortioner. Look here, just to show you how fair I am, I want to call your attention to the frame. We agreed to exchange the pictures, but how about the frame?"
"What frame?"
"Why, the frame to the Danae. She sent me your portrait without any frame. Probably she used it for another picture. So you see the frame to your Danae isn"t included in the bargain."
The old man"s anxiety to be fair began to vex Richard. "Oh, don"t worry about the frame!" he cried, impatiently. "Surely you don"t want me to insist on your paying five florins for it?"
"Well, well, why waste so much n.o.ble wrath?" rejoined the old dealer.
"A paltry five florins, indeed! I made you no such pitiful offer, but I have all sorts of curiosities here that might please Captain Baradlay. Suppose we arrange another little trade. Let us look about for a few moments; it won"t cost us anything. I have some splendid weapons here,--all sorts of swords and daggers."
"Thank you, but I am already supplied. I have a whole a.r.s.enal of them at home."
"But what if we should find something here that you lack?" persisted the Jew. "It won"t cost you a penny to look around. Perhaps we can make another trade, after all. Well, well, I won"t mention the frame; I"ll merely reckon it in and charge you so much the less for anything here that may take your fancy. You shall pay me something in cash, so that a florin, at least, may pa.s.s between us. You see, we have a superst.i.tion that, unless the first sale of the day leaves us with a little money in our hand, even though it be but the merest trifle, the whole day will be unlucky. For that reason the first customer in the morning is likely to make a good bargain on his purchase; for we won"t let him go without selling him something, even if we are forced to sell below cost, just so that we see the colour of his money."
Richard yielded perforce to the old man"s importunity and followed him into a third room, which was filled with a large a.s.sortment of armour and weapons of all nations.
"A regular a.r.s.enal, isn"t it?" exclaimed Solomon, rubbing his hands complacently.
The young officer felt in his element as, with the eye of a connoisseur, he surveyed the splendid collection. Suddenly his attention was arrested by a brown blade with a simple hilt and without a scabbard. He took it up and examined it more closely.
"Aha!" cried the dealer, much pleased, "you"ve hit it the first time.
I was sure it wouldn"t escape the eye of an expert. That is a genuine Crivelli blade, and I have been offered ten ducats for it; but I won"t part with it for less than fifteen. It is positively genuine, no imitation."
Richard held the sword up to the light. "That is not a Crivelli," he declared.