Were she to go to some matron of the neighbourhood, her neighbour would only rebuke her, because she loved a Jew.

She had boldly told her relatives of her love, and by doing so had shut herself out from all assistance from them.

From even her father she could get no sympathy; though with him her engagement had become so far a thing sanctioned, that he had ceased to speak of it in words of reproach.
But when was it to be?
She had more than once made up her mind that she would ask her lover, but her courage had never as yet mounted high enough in his presence to allow her to do so.

When he was with her, their conversation always took such a turn that before she left him she was happy enough if she could only draw from him an assurance that he was not forgetting to love her.

Of any final time for her marriage he never said a word.