At lunch the reprobate1 appeared, looking downcast.
'Where have you been?' thundered S. Cohn, who, never growing older, imagined Simon likewise stationary2.
'I went out for a walk—it was a fine morning.'
'And where did you go?'
'Oh, don't bother!'
'But I shall bother. Where did you go?'
He grew sullen3. 'It doesn't matter—they won't have me.'
'Who won't have you?'
'The War Office.'
'Thank God!' broke from Mrs. Cohn.
'Eh?' Mr. Cohn looked blankly from one to the other.
'It is nothing—he went to see the enlisting5 and all that. Your soup is getting cold.'
[59]But S. Cohn had taken off his gold spectacles and was polishing them with his serviette—always a sign of a stormy meal.
'It seems to me something has been going on behind my back,' he said, looking from mother to son.
'Well, I didn't want to annoy you with Simon's madcap ideas,' Hannah murmured. 'But it's all over now, thank God!'
'Oh, he'd better know,' said Simon sulkily, 'especially as I am not going to be choked off. It's all stuff what the doctor says. I'm as strong as a horse. And, what's more, I'm one of the few applicants6 who can ride one.'
'Hannah, will you explain to me what this Meshuggas (madness) is?' cried S. Cohn, lapsing7 into a non-Anglicism.
'I've got to go to the front, just like other young men!'
'What!' shrieked8 S. Cohn. 'Enlist4! You, that I brought up as a gentleman!'
'It's gentlemen that's going—the City Imperial Volunteers!'
'The volunteers! But that's my own clerks.'
'No; there are gentlemen among them. Read your paper.'
'But not rich Jews.'
'Oh, yes. I saw several chaps from Bayswater.'
'We Jews of this favoured country,' put in Hannah eagerly, 'grateful to the noble people who have given us every right, every liberty, must——'
S. Cohn was taken aback by this half-unconscious quotation9 from the war-sermon of the morning. 'Yes, we must subscribe10 and all that,' he interrupted.
[60]'We must fight,' said Simon.
'You fight!' His father laughed half-hysterically. 'Why, you'd shoot yourself with your own gun!' He had not been so upset since the day the minister had disregarded his erudition.
'Oh, would I, though?' And Simon pursed his lips and nodded meaningly.
'As sure as to-day is the Holy Sabbath. And you'd be stuck on your own bayonet, like an obstinate11 pig.'
Simon got up and left the table and the room.
Hannah kept back her tears before the servant. 'There!' she said. 'And now he's turned sulky and won't eat.'
'Didn't I say an obstinate pig? He's always been like that from a baby. But his stomach always surrenders.' He resumed his meal with a wronged air, keeping his spectacles on the table, for frequent nervous polishing.
Of a sudden the door reopened and a soldier presented himself—gun on shoulder. For a moment S. Cohn, devoid13 of his glasses, stared without recognition. Wild hereditary14 tremors15 ran through him, born of the Russian persecution16, and he had a vague nightmare sense of the Chappers, the Jewish man-gatherers who collected the tribute of young Jews for the Little Father. But as Simon began to loom17 through the red fog, 'A gun on the Sabbath!' he cried. It was as if the bullet had gone through all his conceptions of life and of Simon.
Hannah snatched at the side-issue. 'I read in Josephus—Simon's prize for Hebrew, you know—that the Jews fought against the Romans on Sabbath.'
[61]'Yes; but they fought for themselves—for our Holy Temple.'
'But it's for ourselves now,' said Simon. 'Didn't you always say we are English?'
S. Cohn opened his mouth in angry retort. Then he discovered he had no retort, only anger. And this made him angrier, and his mouth remained open, quite terrifyingly for poor Mrs. Cohn.
'What is the use of arguing with him?' she said imploringly18. 'The War Office has been sensible enough to refuse him.'
'We shall see,' said Simon. 'I am going to peg19 away at 'em again, and if I don't get into the Mounted Infantry20, I'm a Dutchman—and of the Boer variety.'
He seemed any kind of man save a Jew to the puzzled father. 'Hannah, you must have known of this—these clothes,' S. Cohn spluttered.
'They don't cost anything,' she murmured. 'The child amuses himself. He will never really be called out.'
'If he is, I'll stop his supplies.'
'Oh,' said Simon airily, 'the Government will attend to that.'
'Indeed!' And S. Cohn's face grew black. 'But remember—you may go, but you shall never come back.'
'Oh, Solomon! How can you utter such an awful omen12?'
Simon laughed. 'Don't bother, mother. He's bound to take me back. Isn't it in the papers that he promised?'
S. Cohn went from black to green.
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