"There is more; yet there are other days," he said.
But she caught his hand as he rose and with a sudden yearning in her eyes whispered:
"O Rabbi, what said He of love?"
"Love?" he repeated, with a softening about his lips. "The Master blessed love between man and woman."
"But, but–" she faltered, "if one love another than one's wedded spouse, then what?"
His face grew grave.
"That is not lawful even among you, who are still of the old faith."
"But suppose–"
He laid a kindly hand on the one that held his.
"Suffer but sin not. He that endureth unto the end shall be saved."