Grotesque and terrible, he threw the table into consternation by his sincerity.

Madame Martin, whom he amused, complimented him on this: "At least," she said, "you defend your co-religionists.

You are not, Monsieur Schmoll, like a beautiful Jewish lady of my acquaintance who, having read in a journal that she received the elite of Jewish society, went everywhere shouting that she had been insulted." "I am sure, Madame, that you do not know how beautiful and superior to all other moralities is Jewish morality.

Do you know the parable of the three rings ?" This question was lost in the murmur of the dialogues wherein were mingled foreign politics, exhibitions of paintings, fashionable scandals, and Academy speeches.

They talked of the new novel and of the coming play.