"What made you sad, love?" said Rachel. "Surely not because we are poor?"
"No, love; it was not that. But if your dreams should not come true"
"Why, then," she answered, and her voice was like music in his ears, "we have faced trouble before, and can face it again. It will make no difference so long as we are together. Aaron, with you by my side I would walk barefoot through the world, and bless the gracious Lord that made me. He is all-merciful and all-powerful, and in Him I put my trust. To the last, to the last, dear and honoured husband, we will not lose our trust in Him! Do not be sad again. All will come right--I feel it will. It is as if a Divine voice is whispering to me."
When Aaron rejoined his friend the colour had returned to his face, his step was firmer, his eye brighter.
"There is an angel in my home," he said. "Let my enemies do their worst. I am armed against them. Does this article make any change in our friendship?"
"It binds me closer to you, Cohen."
Aaron pressed Mr. Moss's hand.
"Love and friendship are mine," he said simply. "What more can I desire?"