Jews -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
He did not dare to look at the man to whom he had spoken. He looked at
his uncle. But the latter was watching old Redwood.
Old Redwood's face was eloquent. When Elias had begun to speak, the old
man had been smiling good-naturedly. Gradually his smile had faded to an
expression of blank incomprehension; which, in its turn, had gradually
changed to one of uttermost, indignant astonishment. But now, this too
had departed, and his features had become set in a new smile--a smile
which revealed the abyssmal contempt, the passionate, malignant scorn,
at the bottom of his soul, far more clearly than the strongest words
could have done. A grayish pallor had overspread his brow. His eyes
blazed upon Elias. Between his drawn lips, his teeth gleamed savagely.
He sat still, nodding his head, and smiling that unpropitious smile.
For a long while, painfully long, no one spoke.
Elias, though he dared not look, knew how fiercely old Redwood was eying
him--felt the heat of old Redwood's gaze. His cheeks flaming, his body
in a tremor, he sat still, afraid to stir. He could hear old Redwood
breathe. He could hear the boisterous beating of his own heart, in dread
apprehension of the brewing storm. He could hear the regular, metallic
tick-tack of the rabbi's clock, which increased the stress, as it
measured the duration, of his suspense. The rabbi, also, was smiling
now--a smile of genial satisfaction.
At last old Redwood moved. He shifted in his chair. He cleared his
throat. With a single jerk of his tall frame, he got upon his feet. He
stood for a few seconds, silent. Presently, “Well, Elias Bacharach,”
he said, in low, dry tones, vibrant with suppressed fury, “I understand
that I am to inform my daughter from you, that, as you have said, on
account of your difference of religion, she is to consider herself
jilted and thrown over. I think that is the upshot of what you have
said.”
“Say, rather, released from her engagement,” put in the rabbi, blandly.
“And if you will permit me, I shall be happy to explain to you the
circumstances which render this step unavoidable.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account