He hesitated a moment before he presented himself at the door, having some fear at his heart.

He knew that he was doing right, but these Jews in their own quarter were uncanny, and might be dangerous! To Anton Trendellsohn, over in the Kleinseite, Souchey could be independent, and perhaps on occasions a little insolent; but of Anton Trendellsohn in his own domains he almost acknowledged to himself that he was afraid.

Lotta had told him that, if Anton were not at home, his commission could be done as well with the old man; and as he at last made his way round the synagogue to the house door, he determined that he would ask for the elder Jew.

That which he had to say, he thought, might be said easier to the father than to the son.
The door of the house stood open, and Souchey, who, in his confusion, missed the bell, entered the passage.

The little oil-lamp still hung there, giving a mysterious glimmer of light, which he did not at all enjoy.