"What do you want of me?" she protested. "Levinsky may think I really don't care to have him. Let us move to a larger apartment and I'll be but too glad to give him a room."
The upshot was a compromise. For the present I was to content myself with having my luncheons and dinners or suppers at their house, Dora charging me cost price
"Get him to move to one of those new houses with modern improvements," she said to me, earnestly; "to an apartment of five light rooms, and I shall give you a room at once. The rent would come cheaper than it is now. But Max would rather pay more and have the children grow in these damp rooms than budge."
"Don't bother me. By and by we shall move out of here. All in due time.
Don't bother. Meanwhile see that your dinners and suppers are all right.
Levinsky thinks you a good cook. Don't disappoint him, then. Don't run away with the idea it's on your own account he wants to board with us. It is on account of your cooking. That's all. Isn't it, Levinsky?"
"It's a good thing to know that I am not a bad cook, at least," she returned
"But how about the profits you are going to make on him? I'll deduct them from your weekly allowance, you know," he chaffed her
"Oh no. I am just going to save them and buy a house on Fifth
Avenue."
"You ought to allow me ten per cent. for cash," I said. "She does not want cash," Max replied. "Your note is good enough."