"Only that I should be in your way, I should be so glad."
"You shall not be in my way. Come, then. But first you must eat and drink." Though Nina declared that she could not eat a morsel, and wanted no drink but water, Rebecca tended upon her, bringing the food and wine that were in truth so much needed. "And now, dear, I will help you to bed. You are yet cold, and there you will be warm."
"But when shall I see him?"
"Nay, how can I tell? But, Nina, I will not keep him from you. He shall come to you here when he chooses — if you choose it also."
"I do choose it — I do choose it," said Nina, sobbing in her weakness — conscious of her weakness.
While Rebecca was yet assisting Nina — the Jewess kneeling as the Christian sat on the bedside — there came a low rap at the door, and Rebecca was summoned away. "I shall be but a moment," she said, and she ran down to the front door.
"Is she here?" said Anton, hoarsely.
"Yes, she is here."
"The Lord be thanked! And can I not see her?"
"You cannot see her now, Anton. She is very weary, and all but in bed."