"You are making a mistake about the person, Herr Ehrenberg," said Willy; "the celebrated Anti-Semite you are referring to is the cousin of my Wangenheim."
"For all I care," replied Ehrenberg, "the lions, too, may be making a mistake. Every Anti-Semite, you know, isn't bound to be celebrated."
"You will ruin the party if you don't look out," admonished Nürnberger.
"You should have bought an estate and settled in Palestine," said Hofrat Wilt.
"God save me from that," replied Ehrenberg.
"Well, since he has done that in everything up to the present," said Nürnberger, and put down his hand.
"It seems to me, Nürnberger, that you are reproaching me again for not goin' about peddlin' ole clo'."
"Then you would certainly have the right to complain of Anti-Semitism," said Nürnberger, "for who feels anything of it in Austria except the peddlars ... only they, one might almost say."
"And some people with a sense of self-respect," retorted Ehrenberg. "Twenty-seven ... thirty-one ... thirty-eight.... Well, who's won the game?"
Willy had gone back into the drawing-room again. George sat smoking on the arm of an easy-chair. He suddenly noticed old Eissler's look directed towards him in a strange benevolent manner and felt himself reminded of something without knowing what.