“We are not longing for the Jewish bankers. But if we want to escape hopeless misery we must welcome back the intelligent, clever Jews who can be of value to us. Arise, and act, before it is too late! The League of True Christians.” Lotte looked inquiringly at her fiancé. He picked her up, kissed the tip of her nose, and again roared with laughter. “Don’t you understand, you child? I, all by myself, am that League of True Christians that has been driving Vienna crazy for weeks! And I shan’t stop before the great storm breaks. Mark my words, these two leaflets will do the work! They’re my gas and stink bombs and flares, with which I kill, suffocate, and illuminate.” Lotte was trembling. “If you’re caught at it, Leo, it’ll be all over with you!” “If--if! But they won’t get me! I have a marvellous technique for putting up the leaflets! As I stroll past a door or a wall in the morning--without stopping for a second, but while walking--I push in the tack to which the paper has already been attached. And even if the police tear down the leaflet a few minutes later there’s no harm done, for the _Arbeiter-Zeitung_ has already printed its contents. You can trust me, dear; it has to be done this way. I’ve mapped out my course to a ‘T,’ and I’m devilish careful anyway.” Swinging her slender legs as she sat perched on the broad drawing-table, Lotte spoke thoughtfully: “You know, Leo, I think you’ve already accomplished a great deal. We had quite a crowd at our house yesterday, ten men and women, and mostly all the conversation was about the expulsion of the Jews and its consequences. Everybody, including Hofrat Tumpel, agreed that the expulsion should have been limited to some of the Eastern Jews--to those who could not prove that they had a decent occupation. And finally Hofrat Tumpel, who, a year ago, used to become furious if you dared to differ ever so slightly with the Chancellor, remarked: “‘Yes, it seems that a very delicate mechanism has been interfered with too abruptly! There are some Jewish qualities that are not to be underestimated, and which we miss badly.’ “This may of course have something to do with the fact that the Hofrat’s brother owns the bookshop in the Seilergasse where only _de luxe_ and artistic editions are sold. Since the Jews are gone his business amounts to practically nothing, and on two occasions his brother, the Hofrat, has had to give him large sums of money to save him from bankruptcy. Another thing, Leo: I always keep my eyes and ears open--in the morning when I do my shopping, and at concerts, at the opera, and on the tramway. And I always hear people recalling the past more and more wistfully, and speaking of it as if it had been very beautiful. ‘In the old days, when the Jews were still here,’--they say that in every imaginable tone of voice, but never with hatred. You know, I think people are actually becoming lonesome for the Jews!”