"This way of doing business may be all right in Russia, but it won't do in this country," he said. "I tell you, it won't do."
"But it does do. So it seems."
As he continued to fume and rail at us, and I sat listening with a bored air, an idea flashed upon my mind, and, acting upon it on the spur of the moment, I suddenly laid a friendly hand on his arm
"Look here, Loeb," I said. "What's the use being excited? I have a scheme.
What's the matter with you selling goods for me?"
He was taken aback, but I could see that he was going to accept it
"What do you mean?" he asked, flushing
"I mean what I say. I want you to come with me. You will make more money than you have ever made before. You're a first-rate salesman, Loeb, and—well, it will pay you to make the change. What do you say?"
He contemplated the floor for a minute or two, and then, looking up awkwardly, he said: "I'll think it over. But you're a smart fellow, Levinsky. I can tell you that."
We proceeded to discuss details, and I received his answer—a favorable one—before we left our seats