‘It is impossible.’

’If you will stand to me, mamma, I am sure it may be done.  I would write to him, and say that you would see him.’

‘Georgiana, I will never see him.’

‘Why not?’

‘He is a Jew!’

’What abominable prejudice,—­what wicked prejudice!  As if you didn’t know that all that is changed now!  What possible difference can it make about a man’s religion?  Of course I know that he is vulgar, and old, and has a lot of children.  But if I can put up with that, I don’t think that you and papa have a right to interfere.  As to his religion it cannot signify.’

’Georgiana, you make me very unhappy.  I am wretched...