His mind ran a good deal on St. Baldwin’s in these days, and on poor Ronaldson, its Conservative member, lying hopelessly ill in Grosvenor Place.
Reuben, it may be added, was true to the traditions of his race, and wore the primrose; while Leo, who knew nothing about politics, gave himself out as a social democrat.
Mr. Lee-Harrison was to break his fast in Portland Place on the evening of the Day of Atonement, when it was old Solomon’s custom to assemble his family round him in great numbers.
Adelaide objected to this arrangement.
“It will give him such a bad impression,” she said.
“He asked for local colour, and local colour he shall have,” answered Reuben, amused.
“It is disloyal to your own people to assume such an attitude regarding them to a stranger. After all, he is not one of us,” cried Adelaide, taking a high tone.
“Your accusations are a little vague, Addie; but to tell you the truth I had no choice in the matter. I took him up yesterday to Portland Place, and the old man gave him the invitation. He simply jumped at it.”
“Those dreadful Samuel Sachses!” groaned Adelaide.
“Oh, they are a remarkable survival. You should learn to take them in the right spirit,” answered her brother.