“ Mr. Aaron,” returned Eugene, “I give you good night, and I wish (for you are a little dull) that you were not so thoughtful.”
But now, that his part was played out for the evening, and when in turning his back upon the Jew he came off the stage, he was thoughtful himself. “How did Lightwood’s catechism run?” he murmured, as he stopped to light his cigar. “What is to come of it? What are you doing? Where are you going? We shall soon know now. Ah!” with a heavy sigh.
The heavy sigh was repeated as if by an echo, an hour afterwards, when Riah, who had been sitting on some dark steps in a corner over against the house, arose and went his patient way; stealing through the streets in his ancient dress, like the ghost of a departed Time.