Esther's smile faded; she looked at her companion with fresh interest. Hannah's face was full of brooding thought, and she had unconsciously come to a standstill. 'I wonder whether anybody understands herself,' she said reflectively. 'Do you?' Esther flushed at the abrupt question without knowing why. 'I--I don't know,' she stammered. 'No, I don't think anybody does, quite,' Hannah answered. 'I feel sure I don't; and yet--yes, I do. I must be a good Jewess; I must believe my life.' Somehow the tears came into her eyes; her face had the look of a saint. Esther's eyes met hers in a strange subtle glance; then their souls were knit. They walked on rapidly. 'Well, I do hope you'll hear from him soon,' said Esther. 'It's cruel of him not to write,' replied Hannah, knowing she meant Levi; 'he might easily send me a line in a disguised hand. But then, as Miriam Hyams always says, brothers are so selfish.' 'Oh, how is Miss Hyams? I used to be in her class.' 'I could guess that from you still calling her Miss,' said Hannah, with a gentle smile. 'Why, is she married?' 'No, no; I don't mean that. She still lives with her brother and his wife; he married Sugarman the Shadchan's daughter, you know.' 'Bessie, wasn't it?' 'Yes; they are a devoted couple, and I suspect Miriam is a little jealous; but she seems to enjoy herself, any way. I don't think there is a piece at the theatres she can't tell you about, and she makes Daniel take her to all the dances going.' 'Is she still as pretty?' asked Esther. 'I know all her girls used to rave over her and throw her in the faces of girls with ugly teachers. She certainly knew how to dress.' 'She dresses better than ever,' said Hannah evasively. 'That sounds ominous,' observed Esther laughingly. 'Oh, she's good-looking enough! Her nose seems to have turned up more; but perhaps that's an optical illusion; she talks so sarcastically nowadays that I seem to see it.' Hannah smiled a little. 'She doesn't think much of Jewish young men. By the way, are you engaged yet, Esther?' 'What an idea!' murmured Esther, blushing beneath her spotted veil. 'Well, you're very young,' said Hannah, glancing down at the smaller figure with a sweet matronly smile. 'I shall never marry,' Esther said in low tones. 'Don't be ridiculous, Esther! There's no happiness for a woman without it. You needn't talk like Miriam Hyams--at least, not yet. Oh yes, I know what you're thinking----' 'No, I'm not,' faintly protested Esther. 'Yes, you are,' said Hannah, smiling at the paradoxical denial. 'But who'd have _me_? Ah, here are the _Greeners_!' and her smile softened to angelic tenderness.