“And how do they live?” asked Ellice.
“She keeps them, I think. The father used to be clerk in Hauptmann's bank; but he has been laid up six months now, and the mother died two months after they came here.”
“Are they Germans?” said Ellice, really interested.
“Their name is, but I fancy they are foreigners. Maheleth speaks like a foreigner.”
“Maheleth! A curious name.”
“Yes, an unusual one; so is her sister's—Thamar.”
They were at the street-door now, and Ellice bade the girl good-morning, saying they would come again on Monday.
“What a curious chance!” he went on. “It is the same girl we saw coming out of the synagogue last night. Did you notice?”
“Yes,” said Holcombe.
“You don't seem very much interested, anyhow.”