She brought an instrument like a lute, and upon this she played some melancholy strains.

At length the Kohen came in.

His mild, benevolent face never exhibited more gentle and affectionate sympathy than now.

He seated himself, and with eyes half closed, as usual, talked much; and yet, with a native delicacy which always distinguished this extraordinary man, he made no allusion to the awful Mista Kosek.

For my own part, I could not speak.