I dare say your husband will want that privilege." "I dare say," replied Hannah smiling.

"Although husbands do not always appreciate their privileges." "I shall be glad if yours doesn't," he burst forth.
"Thank you for your good wishes for my domestic happiness," she said severely.
"Oh, why will you misconstrue everything I say ?" he pleaded.

"You must think me an awful _Schlemihl_, putting my foot into it so often.

Anyhow I hope I shall meet you again somewhere." "The world is very small," she reminded him.
"I wish I knew your husband," he said ruefully.
"Why ?" said Hannah, innocently.
"Because I could call on him," he replied, smiling.
"Well, you do know him," she could not help saying.
"Do I?
Who is it?
I don't think I do," he exclaimed.
"Well, considering he introduced you to me!" "Sam!" cried David startled.
"Yes." "But--" said David, half incredulously, half in surprise.

He certainly had never credited Sam with the wisdom to select or the merit to deserve a wife like this.
"But what ?" asked Hannah with charming _naivete_.
"He said--I--I--at least I think he said--I--I--understood that he introduced me to Miss Solomon, as his intended wife." Solomon was the name of Malka's first husband, and so of Leah.
"Quite right," said Hannah simply.
"Then--what--how ?" he stammered.
"She _was_ his intended wife," explained Hannah as if she were telling the most natural thing in the world.