"Do you think the paper'll live?"
"I can't say," said Raphael, dropping limply into his chair. "Even if it does. I don't know whether it will do much good if run on their lines, for although it is of great importance that we get kosher food and baths. I hardly think they go about it in the right spirit. I may be wrong. They are older men than I and have seen more of actual life, and know the class we appeal to better."
"No, no, you are not wrong," said Mr. Goldsmith vehemently. "I am myself dissatisfied with some of the Committee's contributions to this second number. It is a great opportunity to save English Judaism, but it is being frittered away."
"I am afraid it is," said Raphael, removing his empty pipe from his mouth, and staring at it blankly.
Mr. Goldsmith brought his fist down sharp on the soft litter that covered the editorial table.
"It shall not be frittered away!" he cried. "No, not if I have to buy the paper!"
Raphael looked up eagerly.
"What do you say?" said Goldsmith. "Shall I buy it up and let you work it on your lines?"
"I shall be very glad," said Raphael, the Messianic look returning to his face.
"How much will they want for it?"