“Rachel,” he said, “will you take that much trouble to preserve the good name of our institution?”
He came a step nearer, and she stammered, “Bunny, you don’t—you don’t mean that!”
“I don’t see any other way—really.”
“Bunny—no!”
“Why not?”
“Because—you don’t want to marry a Jewess!”
“Good Lord!”
“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m proud of my race. But all your friends would think it was a mistake.”
“My friends, Rachel? Who the devil are my friends—except in the radical movement? And where would the radical movement be without the Jews?”
“But, Bunny—your sister!”