Is that not Judaizing when it is done by Jews?"

She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from
her great dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult.
Yet still she sought to reason with him.

"They are not Jews--not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in
holy orders. All of them are Christians, and . . ."

"Newly-baptized!" he broke in, sneering viciously. "A defilement
of that holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is
revealed by what passed here just now. Jews they were born, the
sons of Jews, and Jews they remain under their cloak of mock
Christianity, to be damned as Jews in the end." He was panting
now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal inflamed this profligate
defiler. "God forgive me that ever I entered here. Yet I do
believe that it was His will that I should come to overhear what
is being plotted. Let me depart from hence."

With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the
door. Her clutch upon his arm arrested him.

"Whither do you go?" she asked trim sharply. He looked now into
her eyes, and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw
nothing of the hatred into which her love had been transmuted in
that moment by his unsparing insults to herself, her race and her
home, by the purpose which she clearly read in him.

"Whither?" he echoed, and sought to shake her off.