But a fool can sometimes be right." "And she has been scolding you because--you--prefer a Jew to a Christian." "No--not yet, Anton.

She does not know it yet; but she must know it." "Sit down, Nina." He was still holding her by the hand; and now, as he spoke, he led her to a sofa which stood between the two windows.

There he seated her, and sat by her side, still holding her hand in his.
"Yes," he said, "she must know it of course--when the time comes; and if she guesses it before, you must put up with her guesses.

A few sharp words from a foolish woman will not frighten you, I hope." "No words will frighten me out of my love, if you mean that--neither words nor anything else." "I believe you.

You are brave, Nina.