And so he stood there waiting for what might happen without courage to do anything but suffer.

My heart ached with pity for him, and yet I felt a little impatient with him as well.

Why give up like that?
The eternal quarrel of the combative nature with those who can't or won't fight.
Before getting into the carriage to drive back to his brother's, I ascertained that he did not need any money.

He told me that he had sufficient even for the expenses of a second trial: this surprised me greatly, for he was very careless about money; but I found out from him later that a very noble and cultured woman, a friend of both of us, Miss S----, a Jewess by race tho' not by religion, had written to him asking if she could help him financially, as she had been distressed by hearing of his bankruptcy, and feared that he might be in need.

If that were the case she begged him to let her be his banker, in order that he might be properly defended.