“It is nothing at all,” Miss Frankl answered: “five years ago when at school in Bristol I thrice saw through a grating a young man with whom I was frivolous enough to speak. Happily, I do not know what has become of him--a wild, divine kind of creature, of whom I am well rid, and never likely to see again”. The old lady mused. “What was he?” “A sailor”. “Not a common sailor?” “I fancy so, mamma”. “What name?” “Hogarth--Richard”. “A Jew?” “An Englishman!” She laughed, as the old lady's eyes opened in sacred horror, and as she whispered: “Child!” Within three months of that night, one midnight the people of Prague rose and massacred most of the Jewish residents; the next day the flame broke out in Buda-Pesth; and within a week had become a revolution. On the twelfth morning one of two men in a City bank said to the other: “Come, Frankl, you cannot fail a man in this crisis--I only want 80,000 on all Westring--” “No good to me, my lord,” answered Frankl, who, though a man of only forty--short, with broad shoulders,--already had his skin divided up like a dry leaf; in spite of which, he was handsome, with a nose ruled straight and long, a black beard on his breast. But the telephone rattled and Frankl heard these words at the receiver: “Wire to hand from Wertheimer: Austrian Abgeordneten-haus passed a Resolution at noon virtually expelling Jewish Race....” When Frankl turned again he had already resolved to possess Westring Vale, and was saying to himself: “Within six months the value of English land should be--doubled”. The bargain was soon made now: and within one week the foresight of Frankl began to be justified. Austria, during those days, was a nation of vengeful hearts: for the Jews had acquired half its land, and had mortgages on the other half: peasant, therefore, and nobleman flamed alike. And this fury was contagious: now Germany--now France had it--Anti-Semite laws--like the old May-Laws--but harsher still; and streaming they came, from the Leopoldstadt, from Bukowina, from the Sixteen Provinces, from all Galicia, from the Nicolas Colonies, from Lisbon, with wandering foot and weary breast--the Heines, Cohens, Oppenheimers--Sephardim, Aschkenasim. And Dover was the new Elim. With alarm Britain saw them come! but before she could do anything, the wave had overflowed it; and by the time it was finished there was no desire to do anything: for within eight months such a tide of prosperity was floating England as has hardly been known in a country. The reason of this was the increased number of hands--each making more things than its owner could consume himself, and so making every other richer. There came, however, a change--almost suddenly--due to the new demand for land, the “owners” determining to await still further rises, before letting. This checked industry: for now people, debarred from the land, had only air.