"There may be others!" He caught up his cloth cap and, without another word, left the room.
Arnold looked after him curiously, more than a little impressed by the man's passionate earnestness.

Ruth, on the other hand, was unmoved.
"Isaac is Isaac," she murmured.

"He sees life like that.

He would wear the flesh off his bones preaching against wealth.

It is as though there were some fire inside which consumed him all the time.
When he comes back, he will be calmer." But Arnold remained uneasy.