He knew that Trendellsohn lived close to the synagogue, and to the synagogue he made his way.

And as he approached the narrow door of the Jews' church, he saw that a crowd of men stood round it, some in high caps and some in black hats, but all habited in short muslin shirts, which they wore over their coats.

Such dresses he had seen before, and he knew that these men were taking part from time to time in some service within the synagogue.

He did not dare to ask of one of them which was Trendellsohn's house, but went on till he met an old man alone just at the back of the building, dressed also in a high cap and shirt, which shirt, however, was longer than those he had seen before.

Plucking up his courage, he asked of the old man which was the house of Anton Trendellsohn.
"Anton Trendellsohn has no house," said the old man; "but that is his father's house, and there Anton Trendellsohn lives.