Jossel gasped again. "But the iniquity is just the same," he said.
"As if Brum made mistakes!"
"If you were a Rabbi, the congregation would baptize itself!" Jossel quoted.
Zillah writhed under the proverb. "It isn't as if you went to the Rabbi; you took the word of the Beadle."
"He is a learned man."
Zillah donned her bonnet and shawl.
"Where are you going?"
"To the minister."
Jossel shrugged his shoulders, but did not stop her.
The minister, one of the new school of Rabbis who preach sermons in English and dress like Christian clergymen, as befitted the dignity of Dalston villadom, was taken aback by the ritual problem, so new and so tragic. His acquaintance with the vast casuistic literature of his race was of the shallowest. "No doubt the Beadle is right," he observed profoundly.