Nina had hardly got out of the Grosser Ring into the narrow street
which leads from thence towards the bridge, when she encountered her
other lover. He was walking slowly down the centre of the street when
she passed him, or would have passed him, had not she recognized his
figure through the gloom. "Anton," she said, coming up to him and
touching his arm as lightly as was possible. "I am so glad to meet
you here."
"Nina?"
"Yes; Nina."
"And what have you been doing?"
"I don't know that I want to tell you; only that I like to tell you
everything."
"If so, you can tell me this." Nina, however, hesitated. "If you have
secrets, I do not want to inquire into them," said the Jew.
"I would rather have no secrets from you, only--"
"Only what?"
"Well; I will tell you. I had a necklace; and we are not very rich, you
know, at home; and I wanted to get something for father, and--"
"You have sold it?"
"No; I have not sold it. The man was very civil, indeed quite kind, and
he lent me some money."
"But the kind man kept the necklace, I suppose.
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