Mr.Wethermill, for instance, was acquainted with Celia Harland." "Ah!" cried the judge; and his face took on suddenly a keen and eager look.

"You can tell me about her perhaps ?" "All that I know I will tell readily," said Harry Wethermill.
Into the light eyes of M.Fleuriot there came a cold, bright gleam.

He took a step forward.

His face seemed to narrow to a greater sharpness.
In a moment, to Mr.Ricardo's thought, he ceased to be the judge; he dropped from his high office; he dwindled into a fanatic.
"She is a Jewess, this Celia Harland ?" he cried.
"No, M.Fleuriot, she is not," replied Wethermill.

"I do not speak in disparagement of that race, for I count many friends amongst its members.