“A fine discovery! And pray, Harrington, what has made you so tender-hearted all of a sudden for the Jews?”
“Your being so hard-hearted, Mowbray,” said I: “when you persecute and torture this poor fellow, how can I help speaking?”
“And pray, sir,” said Mowbray, “on which side are you speaking?”
“On the side of humanity,” said I.
“Fudge! On whose side are you?”
“On yours, Mowbray, if you won’t be a tyrant.”
“If! If you have a mind to rat, rat sans phrase, and run over to the Jewish side. I always thought you were a Jew at heart, Harrington.”
“No more a Jew than yourself, Mowbray, nor so much,” said I, standing firm, and raising my voice, so that I could be heard by all.
“No more a Jew than myself! pray how do you make that out?”
“By being more of a Christian—by sticking more to the maxim ‘Do as you would be done by.’”