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‘But meantime the sinner makes a pretty penny!’ quoth Solomon, unappeased. ‘Saturday is pay-day, and the heathen haven’t patience to wait till the three stars are out and our shops can open. It is your duty, Mr. Gabriel, to put a stop to this profanation.’

The minister hummed and ha’d. He was middle-aged, and shabby, with a German diploma and accent and a large family. It was the first time in his five years of office that one of his congregants had suggested such authoritativeness on his part. Elected by their vote, he was treated as their servant, his duties rigidly prescribed, his religious ideas curbed and corrected by theirs. What wonder if he could not suddenly rise to dictatorship? Even at home Mrs. Gabriel was a congregation in herself. But as the week went by he found Barzinsky was not the only man to egg him on to prophetic denunciation; the congregation at large treated him as responsible for the scandal, and if the seven marine-dealers were the bitterest, the pawnbrokers and the linen-drapers were none the less outraged.

‘It is a profanation of the Name,’ they said unanimously, ‘and such a bad example to our poor!’

‘He would not listen to me,’ the poor minister would protest. ‘You had much better talk to him yourself.’

‘Me!’ the button-holer would ejaculate. ‘I would not lower myself. He’d think I was jealous of his success.’

Simeon Samuels seemed, indeed, a formidable person to tackle. Bland and aloof, he pursued his own affairs, meeting the congregation only in synagogue, and then more bland and aloof than ever.

At last the Minister received a presidential command to preach upon the subject forthwith.

‘But there’s no text suitable just yet,’ he pleaded. ‘We are still in Genesis.’

‘Bah!’ replied the Parnass impatiently, ‘any text can be twisted to point any moral. You must preach next Sabbath.’

‘But we are reading the Sedrah (weekly portion) about Joseph. How are you going to work Sabbath-keeping into that?’

‘It is not my profession. I am a mere man-of-the-earth. But what’s the use of a preacher if he can’t make any text mean something else?’

‘Well, of course, every text usually does,’ said the preacher defensively. ‘There is the hidden meaning and the plain meaning. But Joseph is merely historical narrative. The Sabbath, although mentioned in Genesis, chapter two, wasn’t even formally ordained yet.’

‘And what about Potiphar’s wife?’

‘That’s the Seventh Commandment, not the Fourth.’

‘Thank you for the information. Do you mean to say you can’t jump from one Commandment to another?’

‘Oh, well—-‘ The minister meditated.

IV

‘And Joseph was a goodly person, and well favoured. And it came to pass that his master’s wife cast her eyes upon Joseph….’

The congregation looked startled. Really this was not a text which they wished their pastor to enlarge upon. There were things in the Bible that should be left in the obscurity of the Hebrew, especially when one’s womenkind were within earshot. Uneasily their eyes lifted towards the bonnets behind the balcony-grating.

‘But Joseph refused.’

Solomon Barzinsky coughed. Peleg the pawnbroker blew his nose like a protesting trumpet. The congregation’s eyes returned from the balcony and converged upon the Parnass. He was taking snuff as usual.

‘My brethren,’ began the preacher impressively, ‘temptation comes to us all—-‘

A sniff of indignant repudiation proceeded from many nostrils. A blush overspread many cheeks.

‘But not always in the shape it came to Joseph. In this congregation, where, by the blessing of the Almighty, we are free from almost every form of wrong-doing, there is yet one temptation which has power to touch us–the temptation of unholy profit, the seduction of Sabbath-breaking.’

A great sigh of dual relief went up to the balcony, and Simeon Samuels became now the focus of every eye. His face was turned towards the preacher, wearing its wonted synagogue expression of reverential dignity.

‘Oh, my brethren, that it could always be said of us: “And Joseph refused”!’

A genial warmth came back to every breast. Ah, now the cosmos was righting itself; Heaven was speaking through the mouth of its minister.