“Well, if you object to my taking time, then the only thing left for me to do, is to repeat what I've said already.”
“That you won't marry her?”
“If I've got to decide instantly, on the spot, yes.”
“Well, then, take time; and much good may it do you. We'll talk about this again to-morrow. I hope meanwhile the Lord may enlighten you, and move your stubborn spirit. Now, good-night.”
When they met at breakfast next morning, “Well,” began the rabbi, “have you thought about it?”
“Yes,” replied Elias, “I have thought about it—all night long.”
“Contrived to make up your mind?”
“Yes, I have made up my mind.”
The rabbi's pale skin turned a shade paler. He waited a little, before asking, “Well?” His voice was faint and tremulous.