"Stamped?"
"Stamped."
"The chain, too?"
"The chain, too."
"A hundred crowns," declared Sellén, shaking his hand so that the gold chain rattled. "But it's a pity! You shouldn't pawn your things for my sake."
"Then for my own," said Falk, anxious to avoid the semblance of an unselfishness which he did not feel. "I want money, too. If you'll turn them into cash, you'll do me a service."
"All right then," said Sellén, resolved not to embarrass his friend by asking indelicate questions. "I'll pawn them! Pull yourself together, old chap! Life is hard at times, I don't deny it; but we go through with it."
He patted Falk's shoulder with a cordiality which did not often pierce the scorn with which he had enveloped himself.
They went out together.
By the time they had concluded the business it was seven o'clock. They bought the paint and repaired to the Red Room.