But it was not the embrace of wrestlers.

They exchanged a hearty kiss, and then Manasseh cried, joyfully: "Aaron, my dear brother!" "Yes, it is Aaron, my good Manasseh," returned the stocky little man, with a laugh; and, throwing aside the jacket that hung from his neck, he extended his right hand to his brother.

Then he turned to Blanka.

"And this pretty lady is our future sister-in-law, isn't she?
God bless you! Pray bend down a bit and let me give your rosy cheek a little smack of a kiss." Blanka complied, and brother Aaron gave her blushing cheek much more than "a little smack." "There," declared the honest fellow, with great apparent satisfaction, "I'm delighted that you didn't scream and make a fuss over my bristly beard.

You see, I haven't had a chance to shave for four days.