His devotions over, he hurriedly took the phylacteries from his head and hand.
Ascher was still sitting immovable, his back to the window, his eyes fixed upon the door.
"Why don't you ask me where I've left my luggage?" he suddenly cried.
"I'll fetch it myself if you'll tell me where it is," Ephraim remarked, in all simplicity.
"Upon my word, you make me laugh," cried Ascher, and a laugh like that of delirium burst from his lips. "All I can say, Ephraim, is, the most powerful giant upon earth would break his back beneath the weight of my luggage!"
Then only did Ephraim grasp his father's meaning.
"Don't worry yourself, father . . ." he said lovingly.
"Would you like to support me, perhaps!" Ascher shouted, with cutting disdain.
Ephraim's heart almost ceased to beat. Then movements were heard in the adjoining room.
"Have you any one with you?" cried Ascher, springing up. His sharp ears had instantly caught the sounds, and again the strong man was seized with violent trembling.
"Father, it's only dear Viola," said Ephraim.
A nameless terror seemed to have over-powered Ascher. With one hand convulsively clenched upon the arm of the chair, and the other pressed to his temple, he sat breathing
