"You can't mean the fat Jew whom I've met with Mr. Melmotte;--a man old enough to be your father!" The poor girl's condition now was certainly lamentable. The fat Jew, old enough to be her father, was the very man she did mean. She thought that she would try to brazen it out with her father. But at the present moment she had been so cowed by the manner in which the subject had been introduced that she did not know how to begin to be bold. She only looked at him as though imploring him to spare her. "Is the man a Jew?" demanded Mr. Longestaffe, with as much thunder as he knew how to throw into his voice.
"Yes, papa," she said.
"He is that fat man?"

"You can't mean the fat Jew whom I've met with Mr. Melmotte; a man old enough to be your father!"
The poor girl thought that she would try to brazen it out. But she had been so cowed by the manner in which the subject had been introduced that she did not know how to begin.
"Is the man a Jew?" demanded Mr. Longestaffe.
"Yes, papa," she said.
"He is that fat old man?"
