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Before she had finished reading, he recovered his composure.

'Very proper, very proper,' he said complacently. 'Esteemed and talented! Is them the words, Milly?'


'I'll go into the City, and buy two copies of that paper,' he said. 'It's a sensible paper. It ought to be encouraged.'

The idea flashed into his mind that it would not be a bad thing to cut out the paragraph, and have it framed.

'What do they mean about a country seat,' inquired Mrs. Isaacs, ' and a fashionable watering-place?'

'We'll 'ave a month there,' said Solomon Isaacs, smiling graciously at her, and we'll do it fashionable, Milly, we'll do it fashionable.'

At about that time he had instilled hope into Mrs. Isaacs' breast by the subterfuge that he had 'made it up' with his old friend Moses Levy.

wife, with tears in her eyes, mentioned that their old friend had passed the house, with his old-clo' bag on his shoulders.

His voice went right through me,' she said pathetically. felt as I would like to throw my arms round 'is neck. I ran into the street, and cried, "Mr. Levy! Mr. Levy !" When he 'eerd my voice, I thought he would 'ave dropped, he shook so. He ain't looking at all well, Ikey; I think he must 'ave been laid up. "Mr. Levy!" I cried; "won't you come in ?" "Does your 'usband want me?" he asked, all of a tremble; "did he send you out for me?" "No, Mr. Levy," I said; "Ikey ain't at 'ome. Come in, and see the 'ouse, and have a glass of wine." He looked at me SO

'I don't know,' he replied. 'They may say anything they like, so long as they don't say nothing nasty.' 'Margate's the place for me,' strange that I didn't know what observed Mrs. Isaacs. to make of 'im. "No," he said, "I won't come in upon your invitation. I wish you good-morning, Mrs. Isaacs." And he was going away, actually going away without another word, when I puts my hand on 'is arm, and said, "Don't be unfriendly, Mr. Levy. It ain't because we've got rich that you should treat us as enemies." Upon that he said, "God knows I don't want to do that, Mrs. Isaacs; it's none of my doings." "Ow's Rachel ?" I asked. His face got as white as a sheet, and he put my 'and away from 'is arm. "It won't do you nor me any good to talk any longer," he said; "I wish you good-morning, Mrs. Isaacs." Then he walked away, so low and shaky that he 'adn't spirit enough to cry, "Old clo'!" and I stood like a fool looking after 'im. You might 'ave knocked me down with a feather, I was that took aback.'

'You 'ave made me so 'appy,' said the worthy woman, with a beaming face. May I go and see 'im and Rachel ?'

'Not yet not yet,' said Solomon Isaacs. Wait a bit; everything 'll come right.'

'But they'll come to see us, then,' urged Mrs. Isaacs.

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Presently-presently,' was his reply. 'You leave me to manage, Milly.'

His duplicity met with its reward.

On the Tuesday following, his

Solomon Isaacs glared at his wife with fury in his countenance. 'What made you speak to 'im?' he screamed. 'You don't know what you've done! If you go agin me, all the fat 'll be in the fire! Mind what I say. If you speak to Mo Levy agin without my leave, I'll-I'll run away-I'll sell up everything, and run away!'

'I won't-I won't!' sobbed Mrs. Isaacs. 'But what's the matter with 'im? What's he been a-doing of? You said you 'ad made it up with 'im.'

'And I told you at the same time not to interfere,' said Solomon Isaacs; if you want to live peaceable, you do as I tell you.'

He put a stop to further conversation in his usual way-by bouncing out of the room and the house, and slamming every door after him.

During all this time, the warfare between himself and his son on the one vital point at issue showed no signs of abatement. Unpleasant scenes, of course, were inevitable. Such as on a night when the three were sitting in the stage-box of the Vaudeville Theatre, laughing at a comedy. In the midst of their enjoyment, Leon caught sight of old Moses Levy and Rachel, who were sitting in the front row of the pit. It was evident to him that they knew he and his parents were in the private box; there was a sad consciousness on Rachel's face, and she, who used to enjoy a good play so thoroughly, had not a smile now on her lips. Leon's mother, on the contrary, beguiled out of her unhappiness by the cunning of the play, laughed so loudly that she attracted attention. This is the way,' thought Leon, gazing

on Rachel's wistful face, 'that I am made to pour poison into her cup.' His heart went out to the girl, and, without a word to his parents, he left the box and made his way to the pit, where, being unable to reach the spot where Rachel and her father sat, he waited at the back until the play was over. There he lingered until Rachel came up to him.

She did not start, or change


'Here's Leon,' she said to her father.

Moses Levy shook hands gravely with the young man, and did not demur to Leon's walking by the side of Rachel along the Strand. It was a clear night, and there was time for them to walk to Spitalfields. Rachel shook hands also with Leon, but did not accept the offer of his arm. Moses Levy approved of his daughter's decision with regard to Leon, knowing well it brought her unhappiness. She had hidden nothing from the old man, and had spoken of Leon's conduct in terms of affectionate admiration; but both father and daughter were agreed that the engagement, so far as Rachel was concerned, must be considered at an end until Solomon Isaacs openly consented to the union.

Once again on this night, as Leon walked by her side, did he endeavour to shake her resolution. He met with no success; Rachel was firm.

The following day was a busy one in Solomon Isaacs' house. He gave a grand party in the evening, at which it was his intention to play a trump card. A young lady was coming to captivate Leon, and Solomon Isaacs was full of

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'I walked home with them.' 'It was a-a insult to your father, Leon,' said Solomon Isaacs meekly. He was frightened of his son, and knew that he would place himself at a disadvantage by passionate remonstrance.

'It was a mark of respect to them,' said Leon, 'a mark of respect and love. You can guess what subject we talked upon. Rachel wouldn't give in.' 'She knows 'er dooty better than you do.'


'She excels me in this, as in everything else. Yet I also am resolved, and have come to a decision. This is November - it is eleven months since we were engaged, and I hoped to be happily married before this time. Once more I ask you to allow me to go to Rachel and tell her you consent to our marriage.'

'No, Leon, no,' replied Solomon Isaacs. 'You don't know what's good for yourself. You must look 'igh-you must marry a rich girl. Now there's Becky Moss. She's got twenty thousand pound, and three times that when 'er mother dies. And 'er mother's old, Leon, old and ketches 'er breath so as you think she's never goin' to git it back agin! She can't last long. Becky Moss is a fine girl, a fine girl!-something to show for your money, Leon !'

'Yes, there's plenty of her, but she's not made for me.'

And Leon mentally set the two girls before him, Rachel Levy and Becky Moss, and the substantial figure of Becky faded away, while Rachel's sweet sad face remained present to his mind's eye. Solomon Isaacs saw no such vision.

'Not made for you! I tell you

she is. Arks 'er, and see if I ain't right. What more do you want, Leon? Becky's got twenty thousand pound, and 'll 'ave sixty more-d'ye 'ear? And she's quite a lady. She knows how to behave in the best society, Leon. You should see 'er walk along the room when she's at a party-with 'er 'ead up 'igh, as if she was used to it all 'er life! You should see 'ow she dresses-in the heighth of fashion, Leon, with puffs and bows behind bigger than I ever see, and with a train six yards long if it's a inch! And she's eddicated, my boy, eddicated-talks languages, and plays the pianey as loud as the best of 'em! I 'eerd her the other night at a party. She looked tip-top-a girl to be proud of. She 'ad on a silk dress as 'd stand alone! She 'ad twice as much 'air on 'er 'ead as any of the other girls, and there was dimonds in it, Leon, real stones, not paste! She must 'ave 'ad five hundred pound worth of jewellery on 'er. I reckoned it all up, and it'd fetch that at the coffee-shop in Duke's Place. You're never a-going to throw away a chance like that, Leon ?'

'No,' replied Leon, I'll not throw it away. It's too heavy. But I'll not marry Miss Rebecca, if that's what you mean.'

At this Solomon Isaacs lost his presence of mind.

'If you say that agin, I'll cut you out of my will! Mind-I mean what I say. You sha'n't 'ave a shilling of my money.'

'Saddled with your conditions,' said Leon, with spirit, I would sooner be without it. Good day, sir. When I feel that I'm not ashamed of my father, I will come and see you again. Not till then.'


When Solomon Isaacs recovered his temper he was not greatly alarmed by his son's words. was not the first quarrel they had had upon the theme, nor the first time Leon had threatened to leave the house for good. That he had not done so was an assurance that a calmer mood would lead to a wiser decision.

Therefore when Solomon Isaacs' guests were assembled in the evening he was not doubtful that Leon would make his appearance. He was proud of his boy, who looked every inch the gentleman, and whose education and manners enabled him to hold his own in good society. And Leon knows on which side his bread's buttered,' thought Solomon Isaacs.

But he was doomed to disappointment. Leon did not appear. Becky Moss and her mother were there, and made anxious inquiries after the young fellow.

'He'll be 'ere after supper,' said Solomon Isaacs. 'Keep a few darnces for 'im, Miss Moss.'

Becky was resplendent, having made up her mind that Leon was the man for her. Dress, feathers, and diamonds were there, and a goodlooking girl in the bargain. It was the best chance that had fallen in the young lady's way, and she had come to the party prepared for victory.

The appearance of the suppertable elicited expressions of unanimous approbation. There were salmon and other fish and meats in wonderful profusion; wet and dry almond-puddings and cocoanut tarts; amazing jellies, and raised pies, and hothouse fruits ; and everything that was out of season. Solomon Isaacs related

choice stories concerning the feast, as to how much the wine cost him a dozen, and how much he had paid for that fruit in the market. One of the guests, carried away by enthusiasm at the liberality of the spread, cried to the host, with his mouth full,

'By my life, Mr. Izard, the salmon is grand!'

Whereupon Solomon Isaacs, in his loud and delicate way, related proudly how the captain of the steamer had brought the salmon over from Rotterdam expressly for him, and how Mr. Sloper, the great cook, had offered him five shillings a pound for it.

'I suppose,' said Solomon Isaacs, 'he 'ad a wedding breakfast or a supper to provide. "Five shillings a pound, Mr. Izard," he said. "No, Mr. Sloper," said I. "I likes my profit, but, by my life, my company comes first."

'Bravo, bravo!' ran round the table, although a few of the more refined shuddered at the vulgarity. 'You were born to be a gentleman, Mr. Izard.'

Upon this point opinions differed after supper, in consequence of the absence of Leon. Mrs. Moss had her adherents, and she declared that never in all her life had such an affront been put upon her-declining, when asked, to specify the nature of the affront. Her indignation resolved itself into an emphatic declaration that Solomon Isaacs was an upstart, and that to sit at his table was 'a lowering of oneself.' Becky Moss also had something to say, and as a girl of spirit she said it in plain terms to Mr. and Mrs. Isaacs. This unpleasant state of affairs was made still more unpleasant by disturbances

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