"He--he--he!" said the Rabbi, "he only appeared as Janus once--_una vez quando estuvo borracho_; which means--" "I understand," said I; "when he was--" and I drew the side of my right hand sharply across my left wrist. "Are you one of our people?" said the Rabbi. "No," said I, "I am one of the Goyim; but I am only half enlightened. Why should Noah be Janus, when he was in that state?" "He--he--he! you must know that in Lasan akhades wine is janin." "In Armenian, kini," said I; "in Welsh, gwin; Latin, vinum; but do you think that Janus and janin are one?" "Do I think? Don't the commentators say so? Does not Master Leo Abarbenel say so in his _Dialogues of Divine Love_?" "But," said I, "I always thought that Janus was a god of the ancient Romans, who stood in a temple open in time of war, and shut in time of peace; he was represented with two faces, which--which--" "He--he--he!" said the Rabbi, rising from his seat; "he had two faces, had he? And what did those two faces typify? You do not know; no, nor did the Romans who carved him with two faces know why they did so; for they were only half-enlightened, like you and the rest of the Goyim. Yet they were right in carving him with two faces looking from each other--they were right, though they knew not why; there was a tradition among them that the _Janinoso_ had two faces, but they knew not that one was for the world which was gone, and the other for the world before him--for the drowned world, and for the present, as Master Leo Abarbenel says in his _Dialogues of Divine Love_. He--he--he!" continued the Rabbi, who had by this time advanced to the door, and, turning round, waved the two forefingers of his right hand in our faces; "the Goyim and Epicouraiyim are clever men, they know how to make money better than we of Israel. My good friend there is a clever man, I bring him money, he never brought me any, _bueno_; I do not blame him, he knows much, very much; but one thing there is my friend does not know, nor any of the Epicureans, he does not know the sacred thing--he has never received the gift of interpretation which God alone gives to the seed--he has his gift, I have mine--he is satisfied, I don't blame him, _bueno_." And with this last word in his mouth, he departed. "Is that man a native of Spain?" I demanded. "Not a native of Spain," said the Armenian, "though he is one of those who call themselves Spanish Jews, and who are to be found scattered throughout Europe, speaking the Spanish language transmitted to them by their ancestors, who were expelled from Spain in the time of Ferdinand and Isabella." "The Jews are a singular people," said I. "A race of cowards and dastards," said the Armenian, "without a home or country; servants to servants; persecuted and despised by all." "And what are the Haiks?" I demanded.