My child with the Jew! There was not much time for reflection, and I set off at full speed for the doctor's house.

A light was shining through the window.

It was high above the street, but as it stood open and I am tall, I could look in and see over the whole room.

At the right side, next the wall, was a bed, where amid the white pillows lay my boy.

The doctor sat by his side, holding the child's hand in his.