134 THE KING OF SCHNORRERS.
rich people to present these Benedictions to one another. And so the endless stream of donatives flowed on, pro- voking the hearers to fever pitch. The very orphan boys forgot that this prolongation of the service was retarding their breakfasts indefinitely. Every warden, dignitary and official, from the President of the Mahamad down to the very Keeper of the Bath, was honoured by name in a special Benediction, the chief of Manasseh's weekly patrons were repaid almost in kind on this unique and festive occasion. Most of the congregation kept count of the sum total, which was mounting, mounting
Suddenly there was a confusion in the ladies' gallery, cries, a babble of tongues. The beadle hastened upstairs to im- pose his authority. The rumour circulated that Mrs. da Costa had fainted and been carried out. It reached Manas- seh's ears, but he did not move. He stood at his post, unfaltering, donating, blessing.
"Who vows — cinco livras — for the life of his wife, Sarah ! " And a faint sardonic smile flitted across the Beggar's face.
The oldest worshipper wondered if the record would be broken. Manasseh's benefactions were approaching thrill- ingly near the highest total hitherto reached by any one man upon any one occasion. Every brain was troubled by surmises. The Chief of the Elders, fuming impotently, was not alone in apprehending a blasphemous mockery ; but the bulk imagined that the Schnorrer had come into property or had always been a man of substance, and was now taking this means of restoring to the Synagogue the funds he had drawn from it. And the fountain of Benevolence played on.
The record figure was reached and left in the rear. When at length the poor Master Reader, sick unto death of the oft-repeated formula (which might just as well have covered
