"You're getting too old to work," the girl declared. "Why not take him into partnership?"
"Bartnership?" the old man shrieked. "Ah, my tear, you do not understand!"
"I understand the way to deal with you, anyhow," Rosa retorted. "You wait!"
She walked to the end of the passage and raised her voice.
"Mr. Levy, please to come here."
There was a smothered reply, and after a few moments he appeared.
Abraham Letchowiski, now thoroughly awake, sat in the chair, wringing his hands.
"Rosa," he exclaimed, "I implore you! Rosa! Listen to me!"
She cut him short. She seemed, somehow, to dominate the little room—strong, forceful and determined.
"Mr. Levy," she announced, "grandfather has something to say to you. He makes such a muddle of things that, although it is rather embarrassing, I shall say it myself. David and I are his heirs. He has saved a great deal of money."