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The wind freshened towards the middle of the night, and Rozenoffski, rocking in his berth, cursed his encounter with the red-haired romanticist who had stirred up such a pother in his brain that he had not been able to fall asleep while the water was still calm. Not that he suffered physically from the sea; he was merely afraid of it.
Nehemiah addressed his wife. 'Did I not say he was a genteel archangel? he cried ecstatically. Barstein was sitting outside a café in Rome sipping vermouth with Rozenoffski, the Russo-Jewish pianist, and Schneemann the Galician-Jewish painter, when he next heard from Nehemiah. He was anxiously expecting an important letter, which he had instructed his studio-assistant to bring to him instantly.
So this was all his Machiavellian scheming had achieved to bring about the very marriage it was meant to avert! He had dug a pit and fallen into it himself. All this would indeed amuse Rozenoffski and Leopold Barstein. He laughed bitterly. 'Nay, it was no laughing matter, said the Bube indignantly. 'For I know well how Yossel longed to go with me to die in Jerusalem.
The Wilhammers kept royally to themselves in their palatial suite, though the husband sometimes deigned to parade his fangs in the smoking-room, where with the luck of the rich he won heavily in the pools. It was not till the penultimate night of the voyage that Rozenoffski caught his second glimpse of his red-haired muse.
But when the reading was finished, Schneemann's comment was unexpected. 'Rosh Hashanah so near? he said. A rush of Ghetto memories swamped the three artists as they tried to work out the date of the Jewish New Year, that solemn period of earthly trumpets and celestial judgments. 'Why, it must be to-day! cried Rozenoffski suddenly. The trio looked at one another with rueful humour.
'Again will he declare that he has been accorded a good writing and a good sealing by the Heavenly Tribunal! 'Well, hasn't he? laughed Schneemann. 'Perhaps he has, said Rozenoffski musingly. 'Qui sa? 'That Fanny of yours was cut out for a rich man's wife, insisted Goldenberg's aunt, shaking her pious wig. 'He who marries Fanny is rich, retorted Elias.
'You see, I'm not much known outside a few European circles. Then, summoning up all his courage, he threw down his name 'Rozenoffski' like a bomb, and the red of his cheeks changed to the pallor of apprehension. But no explosion followed, save of enthusiasm. Evidently, the episode so lurid to his own memory, had left no impress on hers. 'Oh, but America must know you, Herr Rozenoffski.
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