Surely now, in her deep sorrow, in her solitude, he would come to her.

He would come and say one word--that he did trust her, that he would trust her! But no; he came not at all; and the hours of the day and the night followed slowly and surely upon each other, as she sat by her father's bed watching the last quiver of the light in the socket.
But though Trendellsohn did not come himself, there came to her a messenger from the Jew's house--a messenger from the Jew's house, but not a messenger from Anton Trendellsohn.

"Here is a girl from the-- Jew," said Souchey, whispering into her ear as she sat at her father's bedside--"one of themselves.

Shall I tell her to go away, because he is so ill ?" And Souchey pointed to his master's head on the pillow.
"She has got a basket, but she can leave that." Nina, however, was by no means inclined to send the Jewess away, rightly guessing that the stranger was her friend Ruth.

"Stop here, Souchey, and I will go to her," Nina said.