Upon which Frankl drove to the Market Street house, where he found Harris and Margaret; and again, with screams, she sought to fly, though her first terrors gave place to a quiet subservience after some minutes of his presence. “Oh Lawd!” said Harris, “she started singing in the car, you know. Sing me songs of Araby, it _is_. Enough to give anybody the sicks”. “You see this gentleman here?” said Frankl to Margaret. “Yes”, she whispered: “oh my!” “Well, it so happens that very likely you are going to live in the same house as him--a big Palace with all gold and silver, where the King with his crown lives, and all. So while you are there, I want you to be his friend as if it was myself, and do everything he tells you, same as myself, in fact. Do you see?” “Yes”, she whispered, her large form towering above Frankl's, yet awe of him widening her eyes. “What's your name?” said he. “My name is Rachel Oppenheimer”, said she. “All right: come up and dress”. She followed him up to a back room, where was a lamp, a glass, etc., and on an old settee evening-dress complete, shoes, roses, head-wrap. “Now”, said Frankl, leaving her, he, too, in evening-dress, “I give you ten minutes to rig yourself out in that lot: a second more, and you catch it”. And in fifteen minutes they two were in a cab, _en route_ for the Guildhall, Frankl, who had invitations for himself and daughter, saying: “You understand? you keep your eye fixed upon me the whole time--never mind about eating--and when I hold up my finger _so_, you rise and give them a little song....” It was a function intended to be memorable, the Lord Regent going in state, attended by 150 Yeomen, King-at-Arms, six heralds and all Heralds' College, to be met at Temple Bar by my Lord Mayor, that day made a baronet, with his Sheriffs and Aldermen on horseback; the Guildhall in blue velvet, the platform at the east end bearing rows of squat gold chairs, while a canopy of deep-blue velvet, lined with light-blue sarcenet, dropped ponderous draperies, tied back with gold ropes, over the floor; on the canopy-front being Sword and Sceptre, the Royal Crown of Britain, and the Diadem of the Sea; the canopy table and the other looking like a short and a long wine-banquet of the Magi in Ophir: present being members of the British Royal House, Ambassadors to Britain and the Sea, the two Archbishops, Ministers, the Speaker, Officers, Fort-Admirals, the Regent's Household, the chief Nobility, the City personages. Farthest from the short royal table, near the foot of the long, where the dishes were _kosher_ for a Jewish colony, sat Frankl, and opposite him Margaret; and that face of Frankl was pinched and worn.