“I'm quiet. I'm rational,” he groaned. “Go ahead.”
“Well, really,” the rabbi submitted. “I don't see that there is much to be said.”
“Not much to be said! For heaven's sake! Haven't you heard? Haven't you understood? Haven't I told you that I am going to marry a Christian?”
“There's no need of screaming at me, Elias. Yes. I have understood. When—when was it your intention that this marriage should take place?”
“To-morrow. It takes place to-morrow evening at half past eight o'clock.”
“Indeed? So soon? Why have you waited so long about telling me? Or, having waited so long, why did you tell me at all?”
“I don't know. Many reasons. I thought—”
“Oh, well, it doesn't matter. It makes no difference,” the rabbi interrupted, and again relapsed into silence.
“Well?” ventured Elias, interrogatively.
“Well, what?” returned the rabbi.