"That wath a great evenin’ at the Mansion ’Outh," he declared. "I shall never forget it; and, Mithter Archdeacon, nothing throughout the proceedings imprethed me like your appeal for charity among workerth for the cauth of right. I thaid to mythelf, ’That’th a man’--I thaid--’and thith ith a lethon! If that dignitary of the Church ith brave enough to thay thith, there’s ’ope.’ I altho thaid to mythelf, ’It ithn’t many parsons with the pluck to make such an appeal to people who would most thertainly take ’em at their word.’ But you did it, Mithter Pryde! you did it! At my synagogue at all events your words ’ave been acthepted." "Yes?" This tribute to his influence was delightful, flattering. It compensated for the interruption of speech. "Yeth! Our pastor went out of ’is way to order some coals from the local churchwarden last week, and expressed the ’ope that before long some prayer said in churches against Turks, Jews and Infidels might be left unthaid!" "Ah!" The Archdeacon sat in his chair, and hid his face in his hands, thinking. "Make your appeal again, Mithter Pryde; and again and again. It ith, I assure you, very poor fun being the under dog, as we Jews ’ave been for ages! Even nowadays it ith only necessary to be a Jew to know what it ith to be despithed. Not that thome of uth mayn’t detherve to be despithed. We ’ave black sheep among us, as you ’ave, and it’th easy to be ’orrid when you’re ’ated. I’ve been ’ated and struck"--there was fire in Oldstein’s glance--"and I’ve ’it back, and taken good care to ’urt. Well, I’m sorry for many things. I wath a ’ard master. I worked ’ard mythelf, and worked others to the uttermost. I took all the shekels that were due to me, and would have taken more if I could ’ave got ’em--yeth, I would. People theemed to expect me to plunder ’em; I did my best not to dithappoint ’em. And why was I so ’ard? Why did I ’ate all Gentiles? Why was my ’eart full of bitter malice to all exthept my own people?" "Ah, who knows? who knows?" the Archdeacon said to the ceiling. Oldstein, carried away by the passion of his own words, glared at the questioner.