Good God! child, are you out of your senses?
Everything has been crammed into your poor head, but to be sure it isn't written in the books, that when people find out what happened in Porto, and that you married a baptized child, a Gentile, a Christian girl...." At these words the doctor rose, laid his hands on the servant's shoulder, and said with grave, quiet earnestness.
"Whoever speaks of that, may betray it; may betray it.

Do you understand me, Rahel?
I know your good intentions, and therefore tell you: my wife is content here, and danger is still far away.

We shall stay.

And besides: since Elizabeth became mine, the Jews avoid me as an accursed, the Christians as a condemned man.

The former close the doors, the latter would fain open them; the gates of a prison, I mean.