"If you were to do such a thing you would disgrace us. But you will not be allowed to do it."
"But I shall do it."
"Nina!"
"Yes, aunt. I shall do it. Do you think I will be false to my troth?"
"Your troth to a Jew is nothing. Father Jerome will tell you so."
"I shall not ask Father Jerome. Father Jerome, of course, will condemn me; but I shall not ask him whether or not I am to keep my promise — my solemn promise."
"And why not?"
Then Nina paused a moment before she answered. But she did answer, and answered with that bold defiant air which at first had disconcerted her aunt.
"I will ask no one, aunt Sophie, because I love Anton Trendellsohn, and have told him that I love him."
"Pshaw!"