"Well?" queried George.
"Hold your jaw, Jew," answered Berthold with tightly compressed lips.
"Oh," said George with embarrassment, and shook his head.
"Be quiet, Jew! Hold your jaw! Jew! Jew! Shut up!" continued Berthold, who seemed somewhat to revel in the recollection.
Anna looked straight in front of her. George thought that this was quite enough. There was a short, painful silence.
"So that was why?" inquired Anna slowly.
"What do you mean?" asked Berthold.
"That's why you're resigning your seat."
Berthold shook his head and smiled. "No, not because of that."
"You are, of course, above such coarse insults, Doctor," said Herr Rosner.