“We could not wait beyond to-night. Our good Rabbi, and my father's Manager—both must hurry back, and we others with them. This being so, I appeal to Your Lordship's Majesty “.
“A personal appeal?”
“Yes”—poutingly.
“Then, I grant an audience”.
“Where?”
“Here”.
“Who will be here?”
“Why—you and I.”
“No”—very low, with pressed lips.
“I am so sorry”, says he: “it is the only chance I shall have; not for long—a few minutes—I am so busy. Otherwise, you will have to stay four days—and your poor father suffering—”