Hitherto Souchey had been regardless of any such niceness in his eating, the skin having gone with the rest; but now he thought that the absence of the outside covering and the touch of Lotta's fingers were grateful to his appetite.
"Souchey," said Lotta, when he had altogether done, and had turned his stool round to the kitchen fire, "where do you think Nina would go if she were to marry--a Jew ?" There was an abrupt solemnity in the manner of the question which at first baffled the man, whose breath was heavy with the comfortable repletion which had been bestowed upon him.
"Where would she go to ?" he said, repeating Lotta's words.
"Yes, Souchey, where would she go to?
Where would be her eternal home?
What would become of her soul?
Do you know that not a priest in Prague would give her absolution though she were on her dying bed?
Oh, holy Mary, it's a terrible thing to think of! It's bad enough for the old man and her to be there day after day without a morsel to eat; and I suppose if it were not for Anton Trendellsohn it would be bad enough with them--" "Not a gulden, then, has Nina ever taken from the Jew--nor the value of a gulden, as far as I can judge between them." "What matters that, Souchey?
Is she not engaged to him as his wife?
Can anything in the world be so dreadful?
Don't you know she'll be--damned for ever and ever ?" Lotta, as she uttered the terrible words, brought her face close to Souchey's, looking into his eyes with a fierce glare.
Souchey shook his head sorrowfully, owning thereby that his knowledge in the matter of religion did not go to the point indicated by Lotta Luxa.

"And wouldn't anything, then, be a good deed that would prevent that ?" "It's the priests that should do it among them." "But the priests are not the men they used to be, Souchey.

And it is not exactly their fault neither.

There are so many folks about in these days who care nothing who goes to glory and who does not, and they are too many for the priests." "If the priests can't fight their own battle, I can't fight it for them," said Souchey.
"But for the old family, Souchey, that you have known so long! Look here; you and I between us can prevent it." "And how is it to be done ?" "Ah! that's the question.

If I felt that I was talking to a real Christian that had a care for the poor girl's soul, I would tell you in a moment." "So I am; only her soul isn't my business." "Then I cannot tell you this.