And when Meir had come to within a couple of steps from him, Saul looked at him sharply from beneath his bushy eyebrows, and said:
"I am going to betroth you, and in two months you must be married."
Meir grew pale, but was silent.
"I am going to betroth you to Jankiel Kamionker's daughter."
After these words there was quite a long silence, which Meir at last interrupted.
"Zeide," said he, in a low but determined voice, "I am not going to marry Kamionker's daughter."
"Why?" asked Saul, smothering his anger.
"Because, zeide," growing bolder and bolder, "Kamionker is a bad and unjust man, and I don't wish to have anything to do with him!"
Then Saul's anger burst out. He reproached his grandson for the audacity of this judgment, and praised Rob Jankiel's piety.
"Zeide," interrupted Meir, "he wrongs the poor!"