*  What  did  she  do  ? '  The  Wanderer  turned  quickly  as
he  stood,  and  looked  at  Unorna.
1  Do  not  listen  to  his  ravings,'  she  said.  The  words
seemed  weak  and  poorly  chosen,  and  there  was  a  strange
look  in  her  face  as  though  she  were  either  afraid  or
desperate,  or  both.
'  She  loves  you,'  said  Israel  Kafka  calmly.  '  And  you
do  not  know  it.  She  has  power  over  you,  as  she  has  over
me,  but  the  power  to  make  you  love  her  she  has  not.  She
will  destroy  you,  and  your  state  will  be  no  better  than  mine
to-day.  We  shall  have  moved  on  a  step,  for  I  shall  be
dead  and  you  will  be  the  madman,  and  she  will  have  found
another  to  love  and  to  torture.  The  world  is  full  of  them.
Her  altar  will  never  lack  sacrifices.'

The  Wanderer's  face  was  grave.
'  You  may  be  mad  or  not,'  he  said.  *  I  cannot  tell.
But  you  say  monstrous  things,  and  you  shall  not  repeat  them.'

'  Did  she  not  say  that  I  might  speak  ? '  asked  Kafka
with  a  bitter  laugh.
'  I  will  keep  my  word,'  said  Unorna.  '  You  seek  your
own  destruction.  Find  it  in  your  own  way.  It  will  not  be
the  less  sure.  Speak — say  what  you  will.  You  shall  not
be  interrupted.'

The  Wanderer  drew  back,  not  understanding  what  was
passing,  nor  why  Unorna  was  so  long-suffering.
'  Say  all  you  have  to  say,'  she  repeated,  coming  forward
so  that  she  stood  directly  in  front  of  Israel  Kafka.  '  And
you,'  she  added,  speaking  to  the  Wanderer,  'leave  him  to
me.  He  is  quite  right — -I  can  protect  myself  if  I  need
any  protection.'

'You  remember  how  we  parted,  Unorna?'  said  Kafka.
