'Oh, mother!' and he laughed again. 'That would only prove to him there are too many Jews everywhere.'
A cloud began to spread over Mrs. Cohn's hard-won content. But apparently it only shadowed her own horizon. Simon was as happily full of his Lucy as ever.
Nevertheless, there came a Sunday evening when Simon returned from Harrow earlier than his wont, and Hannah's dog-like eye noted that the cloud had at last reached his brow.
'You have had a quarrel?' she cried.
'Only with the old boy.'
'But what about?'
'The old driveller has just joined some League of Londoners for the suppression of the immigrant alien.'
'But you should have told him we all agree there should be decentralization,' said Mrs. Cohn, quoting her favourite Jewish organ.
'It isn't that—it's the old fellow's vanity that's hurt. You see, he composed the "Appeal to the Briton," and gloated over it so conceitedly that I couldn't help pointing out the horrible contradictions.'
'But Lucy——' his mother began anxiously.