"Remember now! If you _deshepoitn_ [disappoint] me this time, well!--look at me! I should think I was no Gentile woman, either. I am as pious as you _anyhull_, and come from no mean family, either. You know I hate to boast; _but_ my father--peace be upon him!--was fit to be a rabbi. _Vell_, and yet I am not afraid to go with my own hair. May no greater sins be committed! Then it would be _never min'_ enough. Plenty of time for putting on the patch [meaning the wig] when I get old; _but_ as long as I am young, I am young _an' dot's ull_! It can not be helped; when one lives in an _edzecate_ country, one must live like _edzecate peoples_. As they play, so one dances, as the saying is. But I think it is time for you to be going. Go, my little kitten," Mrs. Kavarsky said, suddenly lapsing into accents of the most tender affection. "He may be up by this time and wanting _tea_. Go, my little lamb, go and _try_ to make yourself agreeable to him and the Uppermost will help. In America one must take care not to displease a husband. Here one is to-day in New York and to-morrow in Chicago; do you understand? As if there were any shame or decency here! A father is no father, a wife, no wife--_not'ing_! Go now, my baby! Go and throw away your rag and be a nice woman, and everything will be _ull right_." And so hurrying Gitl to go, she detained her with ever a fresh torrent of loquacity for another ten minutes, till the young woman, standing on pins and needles and scarcely lending an ear, plucked up courage to plead her household duties and take a hasty departure. She found Jake fast asleep. It was after eleven when he slowly awoke. He got up with a heavy burden on his soul--a vague sense of having met with some horrible rebuff. In his semiconsciousness he was unaware, however, of his wife's and son's existence and of the change which their advent had produced in his life, feeling himself the same free bird that he had been a fortnight ago. He stared about the room, as if wondering where he was. Noticing Gitl, who at that moment came out of the bedroom, he instantly realized the situation, recalling Mamie, hat, perfumes, and all, and his heart sank within him. The atmosphere of the room became stifling to him. After sitting on the lounge for some time with a drooping head, he was tempted to fling himself on the pillow again, but instead of doing so he slipped on his hat and coat and went out. Gitl was used to his goings and comings without explanation. Yet this time his slam of the door sent a sharp pang through her heart. She had no doubt but that he was bending his steps to another interview with the Polish witch, as she mentally branded Miss Fein.