the next morning when the goldsmith had slept off the effects of the drink, he was not quite so confident about the job. he wailed and wept and blew up his apprentice, who had got him into such a scrape while he was drunk. the best thing would be to make short work of himself at once, he said, for there could be no hope for his life; when the best and grandest goldsmiths could not make such checkers, was it likely that he could do it?