“Oh, Mr. Levi,” said Susan sorrowfully, “how soon you have forgotten my last lesson!”
Meadows for a moment felt a chill of fear at the punctiliousness of revenge in this Oriental whom he had made his enemy. To this succeeded the old hate multiplied by ten; but he made a monstrous effort and drove it from his face down into the recesses of his heart. “Well,” said he, “may you enjoy this house as I have done this last twelvemonth!”
“That does you credit, good Mr. Meadows,” cried simple Susan, missing his meaning. Meadows continued in the same tone, “And I must make shift with the one you vacate on Lady-day.”
“Solomon teach me to outwit this dog.”
“Come, Mr. Levi, I have visited Mr. Meadows and now I am going to your house.”
“You shall be welcome, kindly welcome,” said the old man with large and flowing courtesy.
“And will you show me,” said Susan very tenderly, “where Leah used to sit?”
“Ah!”
“And where Rachel and Sarah loved to play?”
“Ah me! Ah me! Ah me! Yes! I could not show another these holy places, but I will show you.”