polite way, but without too much fuss. And I sat in my room and listened. Rabbi Schamil went straight to the point, but kept silent about what he knew about our love. Then they debated the matter for a while, my mother said:
Yes, this is a great honor and happiness for my son and may it redound to their benefit. I hope that your dear lady’s daughter is better now that she no longer coughing up blood, that I heard said some time ago.
What is this nonsense? replied the rabbi Schamil. Coughing blood? I have so never heard my daughter coughing.
Yes, what people are talking! said my mother. I heard this on the trail some say, that young lady put on a new dress for every day and it never took up her elegant toilets.
Now it was Rabbi Schamil somewhat angry and replied: