It was a comfortable chamber, having in it sofas and arm-chairs--much more comfortable, Nina used to think, than her aunt's grand drawing-room in the Windberg-gasse, which was covered all over with a carpet, after the fashion of drawing-rooms in Paris; but the Jew's sitting-room was dark, with walls painted a gloomy green colour, and there was but one small lamp of oil upon the table.

But yet Nina loved the room, and as she sat there waiting for her lover, she wished that it had been her lot to have been born a Jewess.

Only, had that been so, her hair might perhaps have been black, and her eyes dark, and Anton would not have liked her.
She put her hand up for a moment to her rich brown tresses, and felt them as she took joy in thinking that Anton Trendellsohn loved to look upon fair beauty.
After a short while Anton Trendellsohn came down.

To those who know the outward types of his race there could be no doubt that Anton Trendellsohn was a very Jew among Jews.

He was certainly a handsome man, not now very young, having reached some year certainly in advance of thirty, and his face was full of intellect.