"A jewel. The only lady who was not allowed to put up a groschen's worth of preserves! She would have paid me regularly, but she hadn't much to say in the matter."
"I fancy she is his third wife," said my father.
"She is," my mother agreed.
"Well, Sarah, here we have a rich Jew, one who might live comfortably, and, lo and behold, he has no luck with his wives—we all have our troubles."
"Such a young woman, too," said my mother; "not more than two or three and twenty."
"There's no accounting for these things; he must be seventy, and he's solid as iron."
"You don't say so."
"And no spectacles."
"And when he walks, he shakes the planks."
"And here am I in bed."