Long, long did she sit, feeling more and more sick and dizzy. If only she could have poured out her heart to some one person, if she could have exchanged a single word with anybody during that whole evening, it would have been a relief, but there was no one to speak to. The music played, there was dancing, but Gittel could see nothing more. She felt an oppression at her heart, and became covered with perspiration, her head grew heavy, and she fell from her chair. "The bridegroom's mother has fainted!" was the outcry through the whole room. "Water, water!" They fetched water, discovered a doctor among the guests, and he led Gittel into another room, and soon brought her round. The bride, the bridegroom, the bride's mother, and the two ladies ran in: "What can have caused it? Lie down! How do you feel now? Perhaps you would like a sip of lemonade?" they all asked. "Thank you, I want nothing, I feel better already, leave me alone for a while. I shall soon recover myself, and be all right." So Gittel was left alone, and she breathed more easily, her head stopped aching, she felt like one let out of prison, only there was a pain at her heart. The tears which had choked her all day now began to flow, and she wept abundantly. The music never ceased playing, she heard the sound of the dancers' feet and the directions of the master of ceremonies; the floor shook, Gittel wept, and tried with all her might to keep from sobbing, so that people should not hear and come in and disturb her. She had not wept so since the death of her husband, and this was the wedding of her favorite son! By degrees she ceased to weep altogether, dried her eyes, and sat quietly talking to herself of the many things that passed through her head. "Better that _he_ (may he enter a lightsome paradise!) should have died than lived to see what I have seen, and the dear delight which I have had, at the wedding of my youngest child! Better that I myself should not have lived to see his marriage canopy. Canopy, indeed! Four sticks stuck up in the middle of the room to make fun with, for people to play at being married, like monkeys! Then at table: no Seven Blessings, not a Jewish word, not a Jewish face, no Minyan to be seen, only shaven Gentiles upon Gentiles, a roomful of naked women and girls that make you sick to look at them. Moishehle had better have married a poor orphan, I shouldn't have been half so ashamed or half so unhappy."