'Yes, but to pray.'
'We will pray by pistol.'
'Guard your tongue!'
'Guard your daughters.'
'The Uppermost will guard them.'
'The Uppermost guards them through me, as He feeds them through you. For the last time I ask you, will you or will you not summon me a meeting of householders?'
'You rush like a wild horse. I thank Heaven you will not be my son-in-law.'
Tinowitz ended by demanding time to think it over. David was to call the next day.
When, after a sleepless night on the stove, he betook himself to the corn-factor's house, he found it barred and shuttered. The neighbours reported that Tinowitz had gone off on sudden business, taking his wife and daughters with him for a little jaunt.