"Your mother will soon be awake," he said; "had you not better go back?"
Something that she had expected was wanting in this meeting; she looked at
him reproachfully, her mouth visibly trembling.
"What is it?" he asked gently.
"Why, Father, you are so cold and hard, and you have not even--"
"Wait till Monday night, Ruth. Then I will do anything you ask me. Now go
back to your mother, but understand, not a word of this to her yet. I
shall not recur to this again; meanwhile we shall both have something to
think of."
That afternoon Dr. Kemp received the following brief note: --
BEACHAM'S, August 25, 188--..
DR. KEMP:
DEAR SIR,-
Have you forgotten that my daughter is a Jewess; that you are a Christian?
Till Monday night I shall expect you to consider this question from every
possible point of view. If then both you and my daughter can
satisfactorily override the many objections I undoubtedly have, I shall
raise no obstacle to your desires.
Sincerely your friend,
JULES LEVICE.
In the mean time Ruth was thinking it all out. Love was blinding her,
dazzling her; and the giants that rose before her were dwarfed into
pygmies, at which she tried to look gravely, but succeeded only in smiling
at their feebleness.
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