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To Anton Trendellsohn, over in the Kleinseite, Souchey could be independent, and perhaps on occasions a little insolent; but of Anton Trendellsohn in his own domains he almost acknowledged to himself that he was afraid.
There is nothing left but this one that the Jew wants." "And uncle Karil has never given that back?" "Never." "And it should belong to Stephen Trendellsohn?" "Yes, I suppose it should." "Who can wonder, then, that they should be anxious and inquire after it, and make a noise about it? Will not the law make uncle Karil give it up?" "How can the law prove that he has got it?
Now, will you let me go, aunt Sophie?" "Yes, you may go you may go; but you may not come here again till this thing has been put an end to. Of course I shall see your father and Father Jerome, and your uncle will see the police. You will be locked up, and Anton Trendellsohn will be sent out of Bohemia. That is how it will end. Now you may go." And Nina went her way.
"I do," said Rebecca, bearing Nina's gaze without dropping her own eyes for a moment. "I do. I do wish to be the wife of Anton Trendellsohn." "Then you shall never have your wish never. He loves me, and me only. Ask him, and he will tell you so." "I have asked him, and he has told me so."
And then she would draw them back with a shudder, as though recoiling from the touch of an adder. Hours had passed over her before she began to think whence had come the paper which Trendellsohn had found in her desk; and then, when the idea of some fraud presented itself to her, that part of the subject did not seem to her to be of great moment. It mattered but little who had betrayed her.
"And have you been selling anything?" "Nothing of yours, Ziska." "But have you been selling anything?" "Why do you ask me? What business is it of yours?" "They say that Anton Trendellsohn, the Jew, gives you all that you want," said Ziska. "Then they say lies," said Nina, her eyes flashing fire upon her Christian lover through the gloom of the evening. "Who says so? You say so.
Anton Trendellsohn was decidedly a handsome man; but his eyes were somewhat too close together in his face, and the bridge of his aquiline nose was not sharply cut, as is mostly the case with such a nose on a Christian face.
She refrained, and then considered whether the bridge might not topple down with her into the stream because of her iniquity. But it did not topple down, and now she was standing beyond any danger from the water at the exact spot which Trendellsohn had named. She stood still lest she might possibly miss him by moving, till she was again cold.
But and Trendellsohn, as he remembered the power which was still in his hands, almost regretted that he held it if this thing were done, his son must go out from his house, and be his son no longer. The old man was very proud of his son. Rebecca had said truly that no Jew in Prague was so respected among Jews as Anton Trendellsohn.
Anton Trendellsohn understood well the meaning of the old man's threat. He was quite alive to the fact that his father had expressed his intention to give his wealth and his standing in trade and the business of his house to some younger Jew, who would be more true than his own son to the traditional customs of their tribes.
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