"You have something on your mind," he now said. "No new misfortune, I hope?"
"Not to me personally," replied Mr. Moss, with a reluctant air.
"To none of your family, I trust."
"No; they are all quite well. My dentist son is getting along famously; I saw him before I came here, and he told me that he had pulled out three Christian teeth to-day. Isaac of York is avenged!"
Dolefully as he spoke, Aaron could not help smiling. "But what is it?" he asked.
"I am the harbinger of trouble, it seems," groaned Mr. Moss, "and to my best friend. I was the first to bring you the news of the panic, and now----"
"Yes," said Aaron, gently, "and now? Speak low, or Rachel may overhear us."
"You do not see many papers, Cohen?"
"Not many."
"I hardly like to tell you," said Mr. Moss, "but you will be sure to hear of it to-morrow. They never spare a man who is down, For God's sake, Cohen, don't blame me! I've never opened my lips--I'd have cut my tongue out first."