"He may perhaps come down to lunch," said he, in reverent accents, as if to imply that the rabbi was now in the upper spheres. I waited till tables were spread with plain fare in the _Klaus_ itself. At the savour the fountain of worship was sealed; the snorers woke up. I was invited to partake of the meal, which, I was astonished to find, was free to all, provided by the rabbi. "Truly royal hospitality," I thought. But our royal host himself did not "come down." My neighbour, of whom I kept inquiring, at last told me, sympathetically, to have patience till Friday evening, when the rabbi would come to welcome in the Sabbath. But as it was then Tuesday, "Cannot I call upon him?" I asked. He shook his head. "Ben David holds his court no more this year," he said. "He is in seclusion, preparing for the exalted soul-flights of the pilgrim season. The Sabbath is his only public day now." There was nothing for it but to wait till the Friday eve, though in the meantime I got Yarchi to show me the royal palace--a plain two-storied Oriental-looking building with a flat roof, and a turret on the eastern side, whose high, ivy-mantled slit of window turned at the first rays of the sun into a great diamond. "He couldn't come down, couldn't he?" Yarchi commented. "I daresay he wasn't sober enough." Somehow this jarred upon me. I was beginning to conjure up romantic pictures, and assuredly my one glimpse of the sect had not shown any intoxication save psychic. "He is very generous, anyhow," I said. "He supplies a free lunch." "Free to him," retorted the incorrigible Yarchi. "The worshippers fancy it is free, but it is they who pay for it." And he snuffed himself, chuckling. "I'll tell you what is free," he added. "His morals!" "But how do you know?" "Oh, all those fellows go in for the Adamite life." "What is the Adamite life?" He winked. "Not the pre-Evite." I saw it was fruitless to reason with his hunchbacked view of the subject.