"How dare you come to-night?" she began, but the sentence died on her lips.

 

"How hot your face is," he said, dinting the flesh fondly with his finger, "I see my little girl is glad to have me back."

 

"It's not that. It's the fire. I'm frying fish for _Yomtov_," she said, with a happy laugh.

 

"And yet you say you're not a good Jewess," he laughed back.

 

"You had no right to come and catch me like this," she pouted. "All greasy and dishevelled. I'm not made up to receive visitors."

 

"Call me a visitor?" he grumbled. "Judging by your appearance, I should say you were always made up. Why, you're perfectly radiant."

 

Then the talk became less intelligible. The first symptom of returning rationality was her inquiry--

 

"What sort of a journey did you have back?"

 

"The sea was rough, but I'm a good sailor."

 

"And the poor fellow's father and mother?"

 

"I wrote you about them."

 

"So you did; but only just a line."

 

"Oh, don't let us talk about the subject just now, dear, it's too painful. Come, let me kiss that little woe-begone look out of your eyes. There! Now, another--that was only for the right eye, this is for the left. But where's your mother?"

 

"Oh, you innocent!" she replied. "As if you hadn't watched her go out of the house!"

 

"'Pon my honor, not," he said smiling. "Why should I now? Am I not the accepted son-in-law of the house, you silly timid little thing? What a happy thought it was of yours to let the cat out of the bag. Come, let me give you another kiss for it--Oh, I really must. You deserve it, and whatever it costs me you shall be rewarded. There! Now, then! Where's the old man? I have to receive his blessing, I know, and I want to get it over."

 

"It's worth having, I can tell you, so speak more respectfully," said Hannah, more than half in earnest.

 

"_You_ are the best blessing he can give me--and that's worth--well, I wouldn't venture to price it."

 

"It's not your line, eh?"

 

"I don't know, I have done a good deal in gems; but where _is_ the Rabbi?"

 

"Up in the bedrooms, gathering the _Chomutz_. You know he won't trust anybody else. He creeps under all the beds, hunting with a candle for stray crumbs, and looks in all the wardrobes and the pockets of all my dresses. Luckily, I don't keep your letters there. I hope he won't set something alight--he did once. And one year--Oh, it was so funny!--after he had ransacked every hole and corner of the house, imagine his horror, in the middle of Passover to find a crumb of bread audaciously planted--where do you suppose? In his Passover prayer-book!! But, oh!"--with a little scream--"you naughty boy! I quite forgot." She took him by the shoulders, and peered along his coat. "Have you brought any crumbs with you? This room's _pesachdik_ already."

 

He looked dubious.

 

She pushed him towards the door. "Go out and give yourself a good shaking on the door-step, or else we shall have to clean out the room all over again."

 

"Don't!" he protested. "I might shake out that."

 

"What?"

 

"The ring."

 

She uttered a little pleased sigh.

 

"Oh, have you brought that?"

 

"Yes, I got it while I was away. You know I believe the reason you sent me trooping to the continent in such haste, was you wanted to ensure your engagement ring being 'made in Germany.' It's had a stormy passage to England, has that ring, I suppose the advantage of buying rings in Germany is that you're certain not to get Paris diamonds in them, they are so intensely patriotic, the Germans. That was your idea, wasn't it, Hannah?"

 

"Oh, show it me! Don't talk so much," she said, smiling.

 

"No," he said, teasingly. "No more accidents for me! I'll wait to make sure--till your father and mother have taken me to their arms. Rabbinical law is so full of pitfalls--I might touch your finger this or that way, and then we should be married. And then, if your parents said 'no,' after all--"

 

"We should have to make the best of a bad job," she finished up laughingly.

 

"All very well," he went on in his fun, "but it would be a pretty kettle of fish."

 

"Heavens!" she cried, "so it will be. They will be charred to ashes." And turning tail, she fled to the kitchen, pursued by her lover. There, dead to the surprise of the servant, David Brandon fed his eyes on the fair incarnation of Jewish domesticity, type of the vestal virgins of Israel, Ministresses at the hearth. It was a very homely kitchen; the dressers glistening with speckless utensils, and the deep red glow of the coal over which the pieces of fish sputtered and crackled in their bath of oil, filling the room with a sense of deep peace and cosy comfort. David's imagination transferred the kitchen to his future home, and he was almost dazzled by the thought of actually inhabiting such a fairyland alone with Hannah. He had knocked about a great deal, not always innocently, but deep down at his heart was the instinct of well-ordered life. His past seemed joyless folly and chill emptiness. He felt his eyes growing humid as he looked at the frank-souled girl who had given herself to him. He was not humble, but for a moment he found himself wondering how he deserved the trust, and there was reverence in the touch with which he caressed her hair. In another moment the frying was complete, and the contents of the pan neatly added to the dish. Then the voice of Reb Shemuel crying for Hannah came down the kitchen stairs, and the lovers returned to the upper world. The Reb had a tiny harvest of crumbs in a brown paper, and wanted Hannah to stow it away safely till the morning, when, to make assurance doubly sure, a final expedition in search of leaven would be undertaken. Hannah received the packet and in return presented her betrothed.

 

Reb Shemuel had not of course expected him till the next morning, but he welcomed him as heartily as Hannah could desire.

 

"The Most High bless you!" he said in his charming foreign accents. "May you make my Hannah as good a husband as she will make you a wife."

 

"Trust me, Reb Shemuel," said David, grasping his great hand warmly.

 

"Hannah says you're a sinner in Israel," said the Reb, smiling playfully, though there was a touch of anxiety in the tones. "But I suppose you will keep a _kosher_ house."

 

"Make your mind easy, sir," said David heartily. "We must, if it's only to have the pleasure of your dining with us sometimes."

 

The old man patted him gently on the shoulder.

 

"Ah, you will soon become a good Jew," he said. "My Hannah will teach you, God bless her." Reb Shemuel's voice was a bit husky. He bent down and kissed Hannah's forehead. "I was a bit _link_ myself before I married my Simcha" he added encouragingly.

 

"No, no, not you," said David, smiling in response to the twinkle in the Reb's eye. "I warrant _you_ never skipped a _Mitzvah_ even as a bachelor."

 

"Oh yes, I did," replied the Reb, letting the twinkle develop to a broad smile, "for when I was a bachelor I hadn't fulfilled the precept to marry, don't you see?"

 

"Is marriage a _Mitzvah_, then?" inquired David, amused.

 

"Certainly. In our holy religion everything a man ought to do is a _Mitzvah_, even if it is pleasant."

 

"Oh, then, even I must have laid up some good deeds," laughed David, "for I have always enjoyed myself. Really, it isn't such a bad religion after all."

 

"Bad religion!" echoed Reb Shemuel genially. "Wait till you've tried it. You've never had a proper training, that's clear. Are your parents alive?"

 

"No, they both died when I was a child," said David, becoming serious.

 

"I thought so!" said Reb Shemuel. "Fortunately my Hannah's didn't." He smiled at the humor of the phrase and Hannah took his hand and pressed it tenderly. "Ah, it will be all right," said the Reb with a characteristic burst of optimism. "God is good. You have a sound Jewish heart at bottom, David, my son. Hannah, get the _Yomtovdik_ wine. We will drink, a glass for _Mazzoltov_, and I hope your mother will be back in time to join in."

 

Hannah ran into the kitchen feeling happier than she had ever been in her life. She wept a little and laughed a little, and loitered a little to recover her composure and allow the two men to get to know each other a little.

 

"How is your Hannah's late husband?" inquired the Reb with almost a wink, for everything combined to make him jolly as a sandboy. "I understand he is a friend of yours."

 

"We used to be schoolboys together, that is all. Though strangely enough I just spent an hour with him. He is very well," answered David smiling. "He is about to marry again."

 

"His first love of course," said the Reb.

 

"Yes, people always come back to that," said David laughing.

 

"That's right, that's right," said the Reb. "I am glad there was no unpleasantness."

 

"Unpleasantness. No, how could there be? Leah knew it was only a joke. All's well that ends well, and we may perhaps all get married on the same day and risk another mix-up. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

 

"Is it your wish to marry soon, then?"

 

"Yes; there are too many long engagements among our people. They often go off."

 

"Then I suppose you have the means?"

 

"Oh yes, I can show you my--"

 

The old man waved his hand.

 

"I don't want to see anything. My girl must be supported decently--that is all I ask. What do you do for a living?"

 

"I have made a little money at the Cape and now I think of going into business."

 

"What business?"

 

"I haven't settled."

 

"You won't open on _Shabbos_?" said the Reb anxiously.

 

David hesitated a second. In some business, Saturday is the best day. Still he felt that he was not quite radical enough to break the Sabbath deliberately, and since he had contemplated settling down, his religion had become rather more real to him. Besides he must sacrifice something for Hannah's sake.

 

"Have no fear, sir," he said cheerfully.

 

Reb Shemuel gripped his hand in grateful silence.

 

"You mustn't think me quite a lost soul," pursued David after a moment of emotion. "You don't remember me, but I had lots of blessings and halfpence from you when I was a lad. I dare say I valued the latter more in those days." He smiled to hide his emotion.

 

Reb Shemuel was beaming. "Did you, really?" he inquired. "I don't remember you. But then I have blessed so many little children. Of course you'll come to the _Seder_ to-morrow evening and taste some of Hannah's cookery. You're one of the family now, you know."

 

"I shall be delighted to have the privilege of having _Seder_ with you," replied David, his heart going out more and more to the fatherly old man.

 

"What _Shool_ will you be going to for Passover? I can get you a seat in mine if you haven't arranged."

 

"Thank you, but I promised Mr. Birnbaum to come to the little synagogue of which he is President. It seems they have a scarcity of _Cohenim_, and they want me to bless the congregation, I suppose."

 

"What!" cried Reb Shemuel excitedly. "Are you a _Cohen_?"

 

"Of course I am. Why, they got me to bless them in the Transvaal last _Yom Kippur_. So you see I'm anything but a sinner in Israel." He laughed--but his laugh ended abruptly. Reb Shemuel's face had grown white. His hands were trembling.

 

"What is the matter? You are ill," cried David.

 

The old man shook his head. Then he struck his brow with his fist. "_Ach, Gott_!" he cried. "Why did I not think of finding out before? But thank God I know it in time."

 

"Finding out what?" said David, fearing the old man's reason was giving way.

 

"My daughter cannot marry you," said Reb Shemuel in hushed, quavering tones.

 

"Eh? What?" said David blankly.

 

"It is impossible."

 

"What are you talking about. Reb Shemuel?"

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