"He has saved a great deal of money," she went on placidly. "He has no other relatives. He is always bothering me to get married. I tell him to-day that I have made up my mind. If you are willing, Mr. Levy, he will take you into partnership. We will see that little David is done fairly with. Later on, when you grow older, he shall be your partner. Now, grandfather, sit up and hear what Mr. Levy has to say." For once in his life, Harvey Grimm was taken at a disadvantage. He stood speechless and hopelessly astounded. Rosa held out her hands to him. Before he knew exactly where he was, he was holding one of them. "So that's all settled," the girl pronounced, drawing him closer to her. "Now, grandfather, Mr. Levy--Edward we must call him now--is going to leave off work at once. We are going out to supper and a cinema." The old man suddenly struck the table with his clenched fist. There was a curious solemnity in his voice. "I will not have it!" he cried, his eyes flashing. "All that you have spoken is foolish, Rosa. I will not have this young man for my partner, nor shall you have him for your husband, even if he were willing." "Why not?" she demanded. "Because he is not of our faith," Abraham Letchowiski declared solemnly, "because his name is not Levy. He is not one of us." Rosa was taken aback. She looked at her prospective suitor incredulously. "Is that true?" she asked him. "I don't care twopence whether you're a Jew or not, but isn't your name Levy?" "It is not," he confessed. "Why don't you go about under your own name?" There was a moment's silence. A sudden understanding leapt into the girl's face. "Wait," she cried--"the dynamo downstairs, and those men who came here to search! What is it you do in that back room, eh?" There was still silence. She passed her arms suddenly through his. "Be sensible," she urged. "I am not a fool. I know that grandfather loves money and loves making it. So do I. If he lets you work secretly in his back room, it must be because you make money there. Well, why not? You need have no fear of me. Tell me the truth? I shall be faithful. I do not mind that you are not a Jew. I will marry you all the same. I like you better than any of the Jews I know." Harvey Grimm wiped the perspiration from his forehead. It was a situation, this, for which no foresight could have provided. "And I," Abraham Letchowiski thundered, "swear before the God of my fathers that you shall marry none but a Jew!" The girl made a face at him and dragged him back into his easy chair. "Don't you be a silly old man," she enjoined. "Times have changed since you were young. A girl has to have a husband, doesn't she? You wouldn't have me marry any of those skimpers that come around here?" A fit of coughing seized the old man and he was momentarily speechless. She turned away from him.