Behold, our stores will hold out, we say, because it is said; and we shall fight indifferently, because Daniel hath bespoken a Deliverer for us at this time!" John, with his wine-glass between thumb and finger, looked at her.
"I should expect a heretic to be so critical for us," he said.
The woman sat with her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, gazing moodily at the sunlight falling through the brass grill over the windows on the court.

She ignored his remark, but answered presently in another tone.
"There is nothing to employ a surfeited mind in this city." "No ?" he said lightly, while interest began to awaken in his eyes.
"The making of enjoyment is here.

I have found it so." "Perchance you have," but she halted and resumed her moody gaze at the flood of sunlight.
"Are you weary ?" he asked.

"What is it ?" "Idleness! Eating, sleeping--no; not even that; for idleness steals away my appetite and my repose." "Strange restiveness for one reared in the quiet inner chambers of a Jewish house," he observed.
Her eyes dropped away to the floor; he saw that she was breathing quickly.
"I dreamed of a free life once," she said in a restrained way.

"I have not since been satisfied.