Samuel Brohl Company

Abel Larinski was in a dreadful state. The gun of his invention had come up badly; and after revision, worse still. He repaired to the post office to inquire for a letter he was expecting from Vienna. He found it, and returned to shut himself up in his chamber, where he tore open the envelope with a feverish hand. This letter, written in a more peculiar than felicitous French, was the reply of the Jew banker. It read as follows: "I wish to tell you quite freely what I think. I did believe in your gun, but I believe in it no longer, no one believes in it anymore. When strong, it was too heavy; when you made it lighter, it was no longer strong. What came next? You know it burst. Beware how you further perfect it, or it will explode whenever it becomes aware that anyone is looking at it. This accursed gun has eaten up the little you had, and some of my savings besides, although I have confidence that you will, at least, pay me the interest due on that. It grieves me to tell you so, M. de