Both Louise and Jacob made their appearance shortly after. Jacob had been washed and his hair combed, and not even the Count could deny that he was a lad of uncommon beauty.
"What is your name?" interrogated the Count, with the air of a grand inquisitor.
"Jacob Winenki."
"Where do you live?"
"In the Jew lane," answered the child, slowly.
"But where? In what town?"
Jacob hung his head. He did not know.
"How did you come here?" was the next query.
Then Jacob related, with childish hesitancy, how the soldiers stole him and his brother from home and took them to a big city, and how he and Mendel ran away and were caught in a storm. Further information he could not give, having no recollection of anything that happened from the time of his lying upon the highway until he found himself in the droshka with the ladies.
"You say that the soldiers came to your house and took you and your brother away?" asked the Count.