By what devious ways has he wandered hither--from that warm old
Portuguese synagogue in Bevis Marks, whence his father withdrew under
the smart of a fine from "the gentlemen of the Mahamad?"
But hark! The parson--as paradoxically--is reading a Jewish psalm.
"'_The Lord said unto my lord: Sit thou on my right hand,
until I make thine enemies thy footstool.
The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be
thou ruler in the midst of thine enemies.
In the day of thy power shall the people offer thee freewill
offerings with a holy worship: the dew of thy birth is of
the womb of the morning._'"
The Earl remains impassive.
"Half Christendom worships a Jewess, and the other half a Jew."
Whom does he worship?
"Sensible men never tell."