been, grossly? It was the more extraordinary, since he so well recollected
the ever to be lamented case of Sir Josseline de Brantefield, that her son
could, with all his family experience, be, at this time of day, a dupe to
one of a race branded by the public History of England, and private Memoirs
of the De Brantefields, to all eternity!

Mowbray showed this letter in triumph to all his party. It answered the
double purpose of justifying his own bad opinion of the tribe of Israel,
and of tormenting Jacob.

The next Thursday evening after that on which judgment had been given
against Mowbray, when Jacob appeared in the school-room, the anti-Jewish
party gathered round him, according to the instructions of their leader,
who promised to show them some good sport at the Jew's expense.

"Only give me fair play," said Mowbray, "and stick close, and don't let him
off, for your lives don't let him break through you, till I've _roasted_
him well."

"There's your money," cried Mowbray, throwing down the money for the
watches--"take it--ay, count it--every penny right--I've paid you by the
day appointed; and, thank Heaven and my friends, the pound of flesh next my
heart is safe from your knife, Shylock!"

Jacob made no reply, but he looked as if he felt much.

"Now tell me, honest Jacob," pursued Mowbray, "honest Jacob, patient Jacob,
tell me, upon your honour, if you know what that word means--upon your
conscience, if you ever heard of any such thing--don't you think yourself a
most pitiful dog, to persist in coming here to be made game of for