"It'll be terrible for mother!" said Salvina hotly. "Didn't you think of that?"
"She won't have to talk to him. He'll only hang round. Nobody will notice."
"It would have been better to tell the truth," cried Salvina, "or even a lie. This is only acting a lie. And it must be as painful for him as for us."
"Serve him right—the old furniture-sneak!"
"It was a mistake," Salvina persisted.
"Hush, hush, Salvina!" said Mrs. Brill. "Don't disturb your brother's festival."
"He has disturbed it himself," said Salvina, bursting into tears. "I wish, mother, we had not come."
"Here, here! This is a pretty wedding," said Lazarus.
"Hush, Salvina, hush!" said Mrs. Brill. "What does it matter to us if a dog creeps into synagogue?"
At this point the cab stopped.