He hesitated a moment, then he stretched out his hand.
"Will you take it--still ?" Almost before the words were spoken, his hand was held in both of the Seraph's.
"Take it?
Before all the world--always, come what will." His eyes were dim as he spoke, and his rich voice rang clear as the ring of silver, though there was the tremor of emotion in it.

He had forgotten the Hebrew's presence; he had forgotten all save his friend and his friend's extremity.

Cecil did not answer; if he had done so, all the courage, all the calm, all the control that pride and breeding alike sustained in him, would have been shattered down to weakness; his hand closed fast in his companion's, his eyes met his once in a look of gratitude that pierced the heart of the other like a knife; then he turned to the Jew with a haughty serenity.
"M.

Baroni, I am ready." "Wait!" cried Rockingham.

"Where you go I come." The Hebrew interposed demurely.
"Forgive me, my lord--not now.