'And why not?' said Barstein with a flash of angry intuition. 'Aren't you a trinity yourself?'
'Me?' Sir Asher was now quite sure of the sculptor's derangement.
'Yes—the Briton, the Jew, and the anti-Semite—three-in-one and one-in-three.'
Sir Asher touched one of the electric bells with a jerk. He was quite alarmed.
Barstein turned white with rage at his dismissal. Never would he marry into these triune tribes. 'And it's the same in every land where we're emancipated, as it is called,' he went on furiously. 'The Jew's a patriot everywhere, and a Jew everywhere and an anti-Semite everywhere. Passionate Hungarians, and true-born Italians, eagle-waving Americans, and loyal Frenchmen, imperial Germans, and double Dutchmen, we are dispersed to preach the Unity, and what we illustrate is the Jewish trinity. A delicious irony! Three-in-one and one-in-three.' He laughed; to Sir Asher his laugh sounded maniacal. The old gentleman was relieved to see his stalwart doorkeeper enter.
Barstein turned scornfully on his heel. 'Neither confounding the persons nor dividing the substance,' he ended grimly.