"My dear little boy, I am going to do a very daring thing."
"What is that, sir?"
"I am going to run away with you; I am going to take you to my little house, for I have thought of something I can only say to you in a room. But if you will tell me your name, I will carry you safe home afterwards, and explain everything to the 'liebe Mutter.'"
"Sir, I am so thankful to you that I cannot do enough to make you believe it. I am Charles Auchester, and we live at No. 14 Herne Street, at a red house with little windows and a great many steps up to the door."
"I know the house, and have seen a beautiful Jewess at the window."
"Everybody says Millicent is like a Jewess. Sir, do you mind telling me your name? I don't want to know it unless you like to tell it me."
"My name is not a very pretty one,—Lenhart Davy."[4]
"From David, I suppose?" I said, quickly. My friend looked at me very keenly.
"You seem to think so at least."
"Yes, I thought you came from a Jew, like us,—partly, I mean. Millicent says we ought to be very proud of it; and I think so too, because it is so very ancient, and does not alter."