"Not that, Lizzie; but I am ashamed to tell you, and afraid too.
But," she continued, "you know what I suffered about Mark Abrams,
and how his love was taken from me and secured for another.
Well"--she hesitated again. "The secret I am about to disclose now,
does not concern Mark Abrams, or any other Hebrew under the sun."

"Is it some love-affair with a Gentile?"

"Yes," whispered Leah, "and it greatly perplexes me. It is something
that has been forced upon me, and tremblingly I come to you for
advice."

"Whom does it concern?"

"One that tells me he loves me, and swears eternal devotion--one
whose name I hardly dare to mention."

"I hope he is worthy of you, whoever it may be."

"Have you not suspected me, Lizzie? Has not my tell-tale face
betrayed me before? Can't you think who it is to whom I refer?"

"Can it be Emile Le Grande?" said Lizzie, after a moment's
reflection, with a look of astonishment.

"Yes," faltered Leah, "he is the one that tells me he loves me."

"And do you love him, Leah?" said Lizzie, with some hesitation. The
curtain that continued fluttering with renewed force was wafted full
into the face of the young Jewess, and veiled the crimson blushes