Rebecca Loth is friendly to you, and I will send her to you to-morrow." "I will not see Rebecca Loth," said Nina.

"Hush! there is father's voice.

Anton, I have nothing more to say to you--nothing--nothing." Then she left him, and went into her father's room.
For some minutes she was busy by her father's bed, and went about her work with a determined alacrity, as though she would wipe out of her mind altogether, for the moment, any thought about her love and the Jew and the document that had been found in her desk; and for a while she was successful, with a consciousness, indeed, that she was under the pressure of a terrible calamity which must destroy her, but still with an outward presence of mind that supported her in her work.

And her father spoke to her, saying more to her than he had done for days past, thanking her for her care, patting her hand with his, caressing her, and bidding her still be of good cheer, as God would certainly be good to one who had been so excellent a daughter.

"But I wish, Nina, he were not a Jew," he said suddenly.
"Dear father, we will not talk of that now." "And he is a stern man, Nina." But on this subject she would speak no further, and therefore she left the bedside for a moment, and offered him a cup, from which he drank.
When he had tasted it he forgot the matter that had been in his mind, and said no further word as to Nina's engagement.
As soon as she had taken the cup from her father's hand, she returned to the parlour.