"It's a terrible disgrace for us."
"She doesn't consider us in the least."
"She'll be miserable, anyhow. When they quarrel, he'll always throw it up to her that she's a Jewess."
"And wouldn't join our Daughters of Mercy committee—had no time."
"Wasn't going to marry—turned up her nose at all the Jewish young men!"
"But she would have told me!" he murmured hopelessly. "I don't believe it. My little Schnapsie!"
"Don't believe it?" snorted Leah. "Why, she didn't even deny it."
"Have you spoken to her, then?"
"Have we spoken to her! Why, she says Judaism is all nonsense! She will disgrace us all."
The blind racial instinct spoke through them—the twenty-five centuries of tested separateness. But Daniel felt in super-addition the conscious religious horror.