"
The little man paused and toyed with the papers on his desk. His
black, diamond-pointed eyes sparkled and an irrepressible smile
hung around his lips.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Breen--and thank your young lady too.
You are very kind and you are very polite. Yes--I mean it--very
polite. And you are sincere in what you say; that is the best of
all. But I cannot go. It is not the travelling at night--that is
nothing. You and your lady would be glad to see me and that would
be worth it all, but the magnificent Miss Grayson, she would not
be glad to see me. You see, my dear young man"--here the smile got
loose and scampered up to his eyelids--"I am a most unfortunate
combination--oh, most unfortunate--for the magnificent Miss
Grayson. If I was only a tailor I might be forgiven; if I was just
a Jew I might be forgiven; but when I am both a tailor and a Jew--
"here the irrepressible went to pieces in a merry laugh--"don't
you see how impossible it is? And you--you, Mr. Breen! She would
never forgive you. 'My friend, Mr.
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