"What do you wish, Ludmilla?"
"Karl—the poor, poor woman!..."
"Yes, Ludmilla, she is very much to be pitied...." They again paused on their way to the door.
Miriam at the same moment let her hands fall, after passing them over her face, as if to clear her thoughts. Seeing the travelers ready to go, she rose and came toward them.
She looked at the lady with endless petition in her eyes, and folded her hands as if in prayer to God, but she could not utter a word.
The lady's eyes filled with tears as she gazed at the pale grief-stricken face before her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"To Barnow," stammered Miriam. "Can you take me to Barnow?"
"Willingly," answered the lady. "We shall be glad to take you—shall we not, Karl?"
"Ah, yes," he answered.
"And the rabbi!" screamed the two Jewish women. "Are you not going to the rabbi?"