“Certainly!” corroborated the mother-in-law.
“Certainly!” echoed Chyenke.
“And you’re an impudent rascal, a loafer!” scolded Grunim.
“A know-nothing, a dunce, who doesn’t understand from here to there,” cried Jonah. “The goods will cost him....”
“He ought to be put into the insane asylum with all the other lunatics!” chimed Jehiel, falling into Jonah’s sing-song.
“Fine pleasure we’ve lived to enjoy!” grumbled the mother-in-law to herself.
“What do you think of the fellow!” cried Chyenke, casting a venomous glance in Drabkin’s direction. “A public benefactor!”
Drabkin seized his coat and dashed through the door.
VII
He ran to Chashke.