"Yes; that was rather clever of him. And don't you think it's clever
of me to save appearances?"
"It'll be terrible for mother!" said Salvina hotly. "Didn't you think
of that?"
"She won't have to talk to him. He'll only hang round. Nobody will
notice."
"It would have been better to tell the truth," cried Salvina, "or even
a lie. This is only acting a lie. And it must be as painful for him as
for us."
"Serve him right--the old furniture-sneak!"
"It was a mistake," Salvina persisted.
"Hush, hush, Salvina!" said Mrs. Brill. "Don't disturb your brother's
festival."
"He has disturbed it himself," said Salvina, bursting into tears. "I
wish, mother, we had not come."
"Here, here! This is a pretty wedding," said Lazarus.
"Hush, Salvina, hush!" said Mrs. Brill. "What does it matter to us if
a dog creeps into synagogue?"
At this point the cab stopped.
"We're not there!" cried Mrs. Brill.
"No," Lazarus explained; "but we pick up father here. We must appear
to arrive together."
Ere the horrified pair could protest, he opened the door, sprang out,
and pushed inside a stout, rubicund man with a festal rose in his
holiday coat, but a miserable, shamefaced look in his eyes. Lazarus
took his seat ere a word could be spoken. The cab rolled on.
"Good-morning, Esther," he muttered. "I offered you _Get_."
"Silence!" cried Salvina, as if she had been talking to the little
girls. "How dare you speak to her?" She held her mother's hand and
felt the pulse beating madly.
"You old serpent--" began Mrs. Brill hotly.
"Mother!" pleaded Salvina; "not a word; he doesn't deserve it."
"In Jerusalem I could have two wives," he muttered. But no one
replied.
The four human beings sat in painful silence, their knees touching.
The culprit shot uneasy, surreptitious glances at his wife, so radiant
in jewels and finery and with so Kitty-like a complexion. It was as if
he saw her freshly, or as if he were shocked--even startled--by her
retaining so much joy of life despite his desertion of her.
Fortunately the strange drive only lasted a few minutes. The
bridegroom's wedding-party passed into the synagogue through an avenue
of sympathetic observers.
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