He began to weep. The professor's countenance changed to a devilish expression when he heard this lament. He despised the lamenting Hebrew.
"You are going back?" he thundered. "But you won't go back! Don't shame yourself!"
The Hebrew gazed at him stupidly.
"I live in Rottenbiller Street," he stammered. "My name is Joseph
Braun."
He bit his nails in his nervous agitation. Tears filled his eyes. "Ich muss zu meine Kinder," he said in German again. (I must go to my children.)
"No!" exclaimed the professor. "You'll never go back!"
"But why?"
"I will not permit it!"
The Hebrew looked around. He felt that something was wrong here. His startled manner seemed to ask: "Am I in a lunatic asylum?" He dropped his head and said to the professor simply:
"I am tired."