"My name's not Isaac!"
"What the dickens do I care what your name is? I call you Isaac, my Isaac."
"You're a jolly devil...."
"Devil! Shame on you, Jew!"
"We were going to be as rude as we liked...."
"We? I was, as far as you are concerned!"
Struve thought he had better interfere.
"Thank you, brother Levi, for your beautiful words," he said. "What prayer was that?"
"Our funeral prayer!"
"It was beautiful!"