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Well, I must be saved too! And he threw down another hundred-lire note. To the acutely analytical Barstein it seemed as if an old superstitious thrill lay behind Schneemann's laughter as behind Rozenoffski's donation. 'You will only make the Luftmensch believe still more obstinately in his Providence, he said, as he gathered up the New Year gifts.
'Even if I do, our tradition only makes the Messiah a man; somebody some day will have to win your belief. But what I said was that God acts through man. 'Ah yes, said Sir Asher good-humouredly. 'Three-in-one and one-in-three. 'And why not? said Barstein with a flash of angry intuition. 'Aren't you a trinity yourself? 'Me? Sir Asher was now quite sure of the sculptor's derangement.
I supply and solicit considerably Your kind humane clement mercy to answer me as soon as possible quick according to Your very gracious mercy. 'Your obedient Servant respectfully, 'NEHEMIAH SILVERMANN, 'Dentist and Professor of Languages. As soon as the light failed in his studio, Barstein summoned a hansom and sped to the Minories.
Indeed, he was the very picture of the bluff and burly Briton, white-bearded like Father Christmas. But he did not seem to lead to yonder vision of poetry and purity. Lady Aaronsberg, who might have supplied the missing link, was dead before even arriving at ladyship, alas! and when she was alive Barstein had not enjoyed the privilege of moving in these high municipal circles.
Why, the Ghetto could not even realize such indifference to the heavenly tribunals so busily decreeing their life-or-death sentences! Barstein raised his glass. 'Here's a happy new year, anyhow! he said. The three men clinked glasses. Rozenoffski drew out a hundred-lire note. 'Send that to the poor devil, he said. 'Oho! laughed Schneemann. 'You still believe "Charity delivers from death!"
Barstein began to think of joining them. Meantime the Bohemian circles which he had adorned with his gaiety and good-fellowship had been wondering what had become of him. His new work in the Exhibitions supplied a sort of answer, and the few who chanced to meet him reported dolefully that he was a changed man. Gone was the light-hearted and light-footed dancer of the Paris pavement.
'Your husband said murmured Barstein, as in guilty confusion. A squalling from the overflow offspring in the kitchen drew off the mother for a moment, leaving him surrounded by an open-eyed juvenile mob. From the rear he heard smacks, loud whispers and whimperings. Then the poor woman reappeared, bearing what seemed a scrubbing-board.
She was staying in town for the season in charge of an aunt, and the meeting occurred in one of the galleries of the newer art, in front of Mabel's own self in marble. She praised the Psyche without in the least recognising herself, and Barstein, albeit disconcerted, could not but admit how far his statue was from the breathing beauty of the original.
But he looked in vain for either a dentist or a restaurant at No. 3A. It appeared a humble corner residence, trying to edge itself into the important street. At last, after wandering uncertainly up and down, he knocked at the shabby door. A frowsy woman with long earrings opened it staring, and said that the Silvermanns occupied two rooms on her second floor. 'What! cried Barstein.
Three-in-one and one-in-three. He laughed; to Sir Asher his laugh sounded maniacal. The old gentleman was relieved to see his stalwart doorkeeper enter. Barstein turned scornfully on his heel. 'Neither confounding the persons nor dividing the substance, he ended grimly.
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