"Let us go," he said, "my dear daughter, my recovered treasure—let us go to throw ourselves at the feet of the good youth."
"Not so," said Rebecca, "O no—no—no—I must not at this moment dare to speak to him—Alas! I should say more than——No, my father, let us instantly leave this evil place."
"But, my daughter," said Isaac, "to leave him who hath come forth like a strong man with his spear and shield, holding his life as nothing, so he might redeem thy captivity; and thou, too, the daughter of a people strange unto him and his—this is service to be thankfully acknowledged."
"It is—it is—most thankfully—most devoutly acknowledged—it shall be still more so—but not now—for the sake of thy beloved Rachel, father, grant my request—not now!"
"Nay, but," said Isaac, insisting, "they will deem us more thankless than mere dogs."
"But thou seest, my dear father, that King Richard is in presence, and that"——
