About ten P.M.
In the Calle Las Gabias -- one of those by-streets of Lisbon below St. Catherine -- there occurred one New Year a little event in the Synagogue there worth a mention in this history of Richard , Lord of the Sea . It was Kol Nidrè , eve of the Day of Atonement , and the little Beth-El , sweltering in a dingy air , was transacting the long-drawn liturgy , when , behind the curtain where the women sat , an old dame who had been gazing upward smote her palms together , and let slip a little scream : `` The Day is coming ... ! '' She then fainted , and till near ten lay on her bed , lit by the Yom Kippur candle , with open eyes , but without speech , her sere face still beautiful , on each temple a little pyramid of plaits , with gold-and-coral ear-rings : a holy _ belle . _ About ten P.M. three women watching heard her murmur : `` My child , Rebekah ... ! '' She was childless , and whom she meant was not known . However , soon afterwards there was a form at the amulet-guarded door , and Estrella sat up , saying : `` Rebekah , my child ... '' A young lady of twenty-two ran in and embraced her , saying : `` I have been to Paris and Madrid with my father -- just arrived , so flew to see you . We leave for London to-night '' .