In such a case Lotta no doubt would not go; but still the power of desiring her to do so was much.

Then Nina remembered that Lotta never wore her petticoats so full as was the morsel of drapery which she had seen.

And as she thought of this there came a low knock at the door.

Nina, without rising, desired the stranger to come in.

Then the door was gently opened, and Rebecca Loth the Jewess stood before her.