"Not for a minute. Mr. Levy is a Hebrew of long and honorable descent. His family came from Spain to England in the time of Henry the Seventh. Such Jews never marry Christian women. I do not believe either love or money could make them do it. I have no doubt that Mrs. Levy has a family record as ancient and as honorable as her husband's. She is a kind-hearted woman and really handsome. She has four beautiful sons. I tell you, Jane, when she stands in the midst of them she is a sight worth looking at."
Jane laughed scornfully, and Jane's husband continued with decided emotion, "Yes, indeed, when you see Mrs. Levy with her four sons you see a woman in her noblest attribute. You see her as the mother of men."
"What is Mr. Levy's business? Who knows?"
"Everyone in Hatton knows that he is an importer of Spanish wines and fine tobaccos."
"Oh! The ladies generally thought he was a money lender."
"He may be—it is not unlikely."
"Mrs. Swale said so."
"I dare say Mrs. Swale's husband knows."
"Well, John, the Levys cannot touch me. The Harlows have been in Yorkshire before the Romans
came and my family is not only old, it is noble, or John Hatton would not have married me."